[Marco nods while she explains, even while she's shuddering a bit at the description. She's a tough girl.]

I figured they were different.

[A little shrug, and he watches, dark eyes on her hands as she gets the cleaner and tosses the towels, because it's easier than looking at her face, and Marco's not above being a bit of a coward sometimes.

When she crouches down beside the last of the mess again, Marco shifts a bit to give her more room to spray, licks his lips and nods, eyes flicking back up to her face again, finally.]

These guys...they were the Yeerk shock troops. Back on their own planet they were peaceful herbivores who ate tree bark, kinda dumb and sweet. But you get a slug in their brains bent on world domination and...

[He shakes his head a bit, his expression distant, mouth set in a straight line. Sometimes he can't help but feel guilty for all the Hork-Bajir he'd killed, even if he doesn't regret it.]

Where were you? Before you came here?