Mama tried to wash their faces, but these kids, they lost their graces.
Beyond having occasional chats with alien lifeforms, Marshall has mostly been holed up in his usual spot inside the CCTV room, keeping track of everything he can possibly think to keep track up and trying to avoid thinking about how hopeless this situation has gotten, because Marshall J. Flinkman does not dwell on hopelessness. At the moment, however, he's specifically keeping an eye on the CCTV feed outside the Tower so he can let everyone know when they have an impending Rani.
The Rani, however, isn't the first person to show up... In fact, she is beaten to the punch by two people, neither of whom look very happy, but Marshall's not immediately focused on the general unhappiness as much as he's focused on the fact that one of them was very recently captured by Thane and is still standing, and that's... Gotta be something, right?
Marshall stands up so quickly, his legs get tangled up in the chair and he hits the floor with a muffled yelp, immediately rights himself, and turns on his headset to alert the rest of Torchwood. "Guys! It's Sark. He's back! And not dead!" He pauses, and then adds, "And unrelated to that, I don't think our new robot friend is going to kill us in our beds.... Just so you know, but that's not really important right now."
He's under the mistaken impression that this scenario is a particularly good one... Poor Marshall.
The Rani, however, isn't the first person to show up... In fact, she is beaten to the punch by two people, neither of whom look very happy, but Marshall's not immediately focused on the general unhappiness as much as he's focused on the fact that one of them was very recently captured by Thane and is still standing, and that's... Gotta be something, right?
Marshall stands up so quickly, his legs get tangled up in the chair and he hits the floor with a muffled yelp, immediately rights himself, and turns on his headset to alert the rest of Torchwood. "Guys! It's Sark. He's back! And not dead!" He pauses, and then adds, "And unrelated to that, I don't think our new robot friend is going to kill us in our beds.... Just so you know, but that's not really important right now."
He's under the mistaken impression that this scenario is a particularly good one... Poor Marshall.