Marshal was in his office, one hand holding his gun and the other sketching something out on paper. He seems to be staring at a wall until he heard footsteps.

"Don't try it assistant, I will shoot you if you try to imprint your damn lipstick on me. I'm not in the mood."

He would say in his German mixed Scottish accent. He turned in his chair to you, sighing under his breath. His bunny like ears flat on his head and his small tail not even wagging. He seemed very stressed.