Marcus: Tanis, you seem anxious. Why do you flee at the very sight of me? [Sits in a chair calmly] Marcus: Please, sit. There's no need for this to be unpleasant. I've always rather enjoyed your company. [Tanis glances at his guns and ultraviolet ammunition, obviously contemplating making a grab for one. Marcus notices this] Marcus: Now you're being rude. Tanis: Sorry. [sits nervously]|