Hey, don't judge, man. Marty shrugs and takes a drink. This stuff, whatever it is, is a little fruity for his tastes, but it'll do the trick, keep his nice buzz going while he hides out from monsters and goes on a nice shopping spree while he's at it.

"They're doing me right so far," he counters, setting the bottle back down. He saunters over to one of the racks and begins thumbing through shirts. Might as well grab a few outfits, just in case.

"Yeah, I'll go. I mean, once I'm done." He turns to Will and grins. "There's a whole city to explore first." Wiiiink. Right. 'Explore.'

Pause.

Wait.

"There's a safehouse?"

How are you still alive, Marty?