Luckily Marc wasn't the kind of guy who thought it was overly weird to spend an evening covered in somebody else's blood while you appeared to have a conversation with yourself.

Even so, Marc knew this wasn't the kind of thing Liliana should be alone with. Especially since she and consciousness didn't seem to be besties at the moment. So he wasn't exactly going to leave her on the floor outside the door and assume it would work out all right.

He knocked. Firm enough that if anybody was inside they'd probably have a fair idea that this wasn't someone who got lost trying to deliver Chinese.