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Man, Mark's tablet was completely waterlogged, yet was still functional? She had to admit, Mark was pretty good at choosing durable technology. Pushing some of the papers aside on his desk, she left the tablet there for the death assistant to find. As well as everyone's random photos they had taken while on the cruise ship.

"Calm down, I've been in here lots of times. Besides, Mark is harmless." Especially when she still held his prized hulk jr over his head. She wasn't quite sure why Robert had ended up in a wheelchair, what with not paying attention to what was going on around the Deus facility. She would just have to ask him later.

Poking around Mark's office, as she normally did when barging in, Kat peeked at random things he had laying around before coming across what appeared to be.. a long stick? Spotting a small button on it, she watched in amazement as the whole thing lit up. "Oh my gawd! what is this? Is this from that Star Wars thing he's always going on about?" Of course, Robert's pleas for them to leave was ignored as she was all too fascinated with swinging the lightsaber around.

If Robert wasn't going to be able to find, steal, and or break something of Mark's, he was at least going to enjoy Kat doing it. So he stopped rolling in impatience, and stared as she turned on the lightsaber, his eyes growing big and wide. All of his awe and childish delight faded away when Kat's comment exposed her for her Star Wars ignorance. He was glad he couldn't feel anything from the chest down, because he was sure he'd be nauseous at the moment.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT STAR WHOLY ******** CHRIST WHAT-" He rolled back, slamming into the wall, and his hands lifted in a judo pose when Mark suddenly ********' Christ.. what the ******** are you doing in here!?" He screamed, asking the man what he was doing in his own office. As if it was a crime.

And as if them being in there wasn't.

Mark, like Robert, started to froth at the mouth again when Kat explained the part where she lost him at about three minutes in. "Oh you mean the part where I was explaining about Obi Wan Kenobi meeting Luke Skywalker?" He started to froth again and then inch a little closer to Kat, eyeing his lightsaber. His. Please note the pronoun here.

With a sort of blank expression at Robert, as this might get ugly, Mark did a Jedi hand wave at the taller man. "You will exit out of my Lair." Pause. "My Lair of Doom." Pause. "While I retrieve like, my two hundred dollar custom made Runic Lightsaber."

Kat stared at him with a look of confusion as she tried to recall what he had even said about the whole Star Wars thing. "I don't know, maybe?" Watching as he approached her slowly, Kat only responded with a slight grin, still with the lightsaber in hand.

Not all sure what Mark was doing with the whole hand waving thing, Kat looked from Mark to Robert, and then back to Mark again. "Uhh.." What the hell were both of them doing? But damn! This thing was two hundred, custom made with runes? Not a bad way to spend two hundred she supposed.

Of course, the p***s reference flew completely over Kat's head, as she missed it entirely.

"Don't worry, Mark. I'm not going to break it." It was far too pretty and glowy to let any such harm come to it after all.

"Okay." Robert made a face that looked like he was trying to solve the hardest of puzzles, because he wasn't actually there when he dropped the tablet, so he couldn't actually define anything, plus actual definitions were hard, and stuff.

"Drop. Verb. To release something so that gravity brings it down to the uh floor and you no longer.. have it." That sounded like a definition.. right? Did he have to use it in a sentence?

"As in, you were in the ******** ocean and dropped your tablet, and Kat saved it from dropping to the bottom of the sea so give her a break."

Nailed it.

Holy s**t they found him out!

"It wasn't my idea!" he began babbling, "Dwight was like, oh Mark you always RP Tony Stark you should try rping another character and I didn't want to godmod two characters because you know what they say about NPC favourtism but I was like, I must do this for the greater good, or the storyline wouldn't advance and-"

Somewhere down the line he sort of realized they were probably not here to lynch him over his internet roleplaying fantasies. "- And that's it right? What else am I proving again? I am, theoretically, still moving, so it means I haven't been defeated, and it means I am free to do...."-

- He reached for a handy Runic Gun on the table -

"This!" Click. He pointed the gun at Kat and Robert. "Okay, drop my lightsaber, drop my tablet, or I'm going to blast a hole right in your head with my bad boy." Well, he had heard Sam say it so clearly this was a badass word to say. "I mean it!"

Much like the Star Wars conversation, whatever Mark was blabbering on about had the sun hunter completely lost. RP? Tony Stark? What the hell was he even talking about? Why was he talking about it? At least she wasn't the only one feeling just as lost, as Robert clearly let them know he had no idea where this was all going with a single word.

Kat was about to speak when Mark suddenly pulled a gun on them both. Oh Mark.. If you thought things were bad before..

Quickly glancing at Robert, she raised her hand. "Its okay, Robert. So, Mark, you want me to drop this?" She asked, giving the lightsaber a quick look over. "Okay." Taking the lightsaber, she slammed it down. Right over Mark's head. "And your tablet is already on your desk, genius! Unless you want me to take it and drop that as well?"