I'm Rebecca, just so you know. Your companion was screaming at me, so you could have heard my name.

"Marcos here," I'm drawn to his thick head of unruly hair by the quick nod he gives me. I'm not sure whether the windstorm caused it or if he styled hair that way, but with his large nose and bone structure, it suits him well.

Want my assistance as well? Mary queries. Mark and Devin had already departed from the kitchen.

"No need," responds Marcos. He seems to be a guy who doesn't use many words.

My arm is touched by Mary, who also softens his tone. "Rebecca, are you all...