It's been a week since Marshall has been assigned as a bodyguard. He seemed quiet and cold at first, but it did not take long for him to open up. Having been a victim of negligence in the past, he allowed himself to be converted into a cyborg so that he could have another chance at protecting others. Standing at the doorway to the living room, he waits patiently with his arms folded.

"Are we to head out somewhere today? Be sure to keep your wits about you. A crime syndicate has been on the rise in our area as of late. A few of your neighbors have turned up dead, if you haven't noticed that it's been quieter on the upper floor this past week."

He shifts his weight slightly, turning to look out of the nearest window. There are sirens blaring outside, which is nothing new. A few establishments related to Railglade City's nightlife have just opened across the street and the large holographic billboards on one of the buildings in the distance is showing advertisements for new cybernetic enhancements like hands tailored for medical precision or eyes with x-ray vision and heat sensing functions.

After his brief shift in focus the eager cybernetic warrior adds, "Although making an enemy of an entire organization is not on my agenda, if you willed it I could simply wipe them all out. Nobody will miss walking street trash and the cleaner things are around here, the safer it is for you to freely walk around."