It didn’t take long for the redhead to recognize the man before him. He had always been good with faces, and even if he weren’t, it would be hard to forget the face of someone he had threatened with a firearm. Whether or not Marcus was in his right mind when he did it was another question. His eyes narrowed as he recalled the events of their last encounter on the train—the water, the feeling. He flicked his gaze to the woman with Goki, realizing he didn’t recognize her, which was probably a good thing. If Max or someone else from the supernatural community had shown up, Markus would have been genuinely worried.
Even so, the redhead couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. Logically, he knew it was coincidence that they had run into one another again in the depths of the subway. Deciding he was being paranoid, Markus blinked a few times to clear the lingering fears from his mind. He gave Goki a slight nod, adopting a smile as he greeted him from a distance. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to approach without a sign that it would be welcome, but a gentle acknowledgment wouldn’t hurt.