Either Marcus was completely oblivious to what was happening before he entered, or he was too preoccupied to care, but he situated himself right between Ted and Leona on the couch.
Leona had taken a bag of potato chips out of several neatly arranged on the center table in front of the sofa that they were sitting on when Marcus had come in so suddenly. Quietly, she tore open the plastic bag before picking out a chip, plopping it into her mouth as she began to chew on one fried potato slice coated with cheddar cheese after another. It had been a while she even had a sense of taste, having died as a very old woman that couldn't even move off her bed.
At the very least, Ted has good company, even if they had just met literally less than an hour ago. Well, no sweat; there had been more esoteric relationships and friendships in the past and future. This was completely normal-
Breathing heavily and beginning to sweat, Marcus was evidently having a rough time even giving a basic synopsis to Ted and Leona, "They killed my wife and son, dammit! Now here I am, stuck on this piece of shit ship. I get to live huh? Why can they bring me back and not my family?! I failed to protect them and for some reason I'M the one who gets brought back?!"
Leona kept quiet throughout the whole tirade, aside from the slight sound of the crunching of potato chips. Marcus was another one that came from that horrible timeline where the Ragons devoured the majority of the human race, perhaps they looked so alike to the Dhasaths, who were said to be the most delicious sapients to exist. Everyone that were left alive in the dark timeline would have probably lost someone to the jaws of death, as with the case of Marcus, who had lost his family.
And he hated that he was the one that was brought back. Survivor's guilt in all of its glory.
"I, uh, I'm sorry I made you guys look at that. That was highly unprofessional."
"Don't worry about it." Leona took in another chip. "I think half of everyone in here has a terrible story to tell. Especially the ones that come from the dark, original timeline." At that one, she looked at Ted with a cursory glance, as he too was from that horrific time. "Compared to you lot, I have a boring story. One thing, though."
Taking in yet another chip, "This ship is by no means a terrible one. It has time travel, remember?" Leona tried to show Marcus the silver lining... though it might not be enough. "As for being chosen... it's a real bummer that we can't ask the ones that did. It could it be that we have the skillsets needed to save the timeline from a rogue time traveller, perhaps."
Leona sighed. "You guys like chips? It's mostly cheese flavored."