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Marlow's attention turned to the ranting beast at the front of the building. He had a to give a good long stare to make sense of it. He was flailing both arms... but also punching and banging with his other both arms. It only clicked when he remembered something Vasile had said the other night. There was an octopus around. One of the 'unlucky ones.' as he had so tactfully put it. Looked like some unlucking ones were less fortunate than others.

He looked ahead, debating whether or not he should just go along his way. Exactly what sort of help was he gonna be in his condition. And if the octo-guy had managed to piss someone off so bad as to get locked out of a house... did he really want to get involved? Half a bottle of advil said go for it. Against all good judgement, he turned his chair and started up the walkway, weaving through articles of clothing and clutter.

"Have you tried a credit card?" Marlow offered as he made it within speaking distance. He managed to keep a cool demeaner, though in his belly his intestines were spinning with sheer what the ******** are you looking at is that going to happen to you too get the ******** out of here a*****e what are you doing standing around? "Or maybe you left the window unlocked."

Nita couldn't help but be curious. Even though Billy had been less than pleasant to her when they had met before, he seemed genuinely distressed. Plus, people just don't go shrieking and swearing and then expect others not to pay attention.

Shrugging, Nita clattered down the steps and padded the short distance down the path to #33. She paused next to the guy in the wheelchair, eyebrows raised. "Damn, what happened? Why would they lock you out?"

Nita blinked and prodded a wadded up shirt with her foot. She glanced at the other guy, momentarily considering introducing herself. But this probably wasn't the time. Furious octopus men, belongings strewn all over... definitely not the best time for introductions.

"Um," Nita offered lamely, "D'you want help getting stuff picked up at least?"

Marlow flinched slightly as he heard the wood of the crutch strain from the blow. He almost suggested he try a rock instead, but that would just be egging him on. Not exactly the face he wanted to show on the island. "You obviously pissed somebody off..." he stretched down an arm and wrapped his fingers around one of the straps of the backpack. "Maybe they want you to apologize."

"APPOLOGIZE FER WHAT?" Billy shreiked, turning to face the man in the wheelchair directly, leaning on the one crutch to limp towards him looking absolutely livid.

Oh good, at least she wasn't being blatantly attacked for her rather stupid comments. Nita stepped back, partially hidden by Marlow's wheelchair. She shook her head wordlessly, having no idea what Billy could have done to invoke such ire.

Marlow narrowed his eyes, glaring right back at Billy and lowering his hands. "They must be doing a pretty good job of it too. You're not exactly being friendly." He felt a twinge of sympathy for the girl shrinking behind his chair. Didn't look like that was the safest spot. He placed his hands back on the bag, tensing slightly. "Now let. me. go."