Dressed in a finely tailored white suit given to him by Erich while his belongings were on their way to Sacramento, Marshall glanced at his watch as he waited patiently outside the Residence Inn for Miss Cohen to arrive. She had agreed to show him around, and despite the fact that they had just met, Marshall agreed.
It was against his normal tendencies to do so but Erich had vouched for her and her status in the coterie made her easier to trust. He was still a little on edge and stroked his mustache as he waited. The past few days had been rather hectic and it was probably good for him to get out and see the sights.
He felt odd without his hat and jacket and a bit constricted wearing a suit as opposed to his usual looser fitting clothes. Even as a member of the Invictus as long as he had been he still didn't enjoy the formal wear, he blamed it on his Savage nature.
He began to pace slowly as he watched the regular activities of the night around the Hotel. People seemed so unconcerned with the things that went bump in the night, 'Mais, mais, I wonder if there are any good spots to get a bite to eat around here' He smiled his typical unnerving smile as he thought of the joke he just made to himself. He looked at his watch again... the night was still young.....