The reporter wasn't afraid of her at all, and instead headed straight for Marcus' desk to poke through the papers, looking at them shamelessly. After all, what was worrisome about a seven year old girl? He looked up when Marcus came in, and he grinned. "Photographs are photographs, and you can't get my camera." He smirked dangerously, knowing--unfortunately--all the ins and outs of the laws. "I was invited inside, if you do anything I can have you arrested for assault and destruction of property. So tell me about yourself, Professor Liechtenhoven. Why have you come to England? And what allure does 'Miss' Buckley possibly have?"

When he began to snoop around she stomped her foot, breaking one of the floorboards in progress. "OUT!" she said in a loud and high voice.
But it was no use.

Marcus glared at the man before he moved towards the man with two big and long strides. With force he grabbed the mans collar, lifted the man up and carried him away from his desk. "Don't make me break something of yours..." he hissed. "I've killed more scum than you could ever imagine..." sweat was rolling down his flushed face. Marcus was obviously not at full strength. "I am not going to tell my personal affairs with anyone else but friends..."

Anna had noticed that and took a hold of Marcus' waist.
"don't force to much..."

Once he was down on the ground, the reporter hurried out quickly, his clank trailing at his heels. And the camera was stowed safely inside its belly--where Marcus couldn't damage it or take the film from it. The next day would see a wonderful newspaper headline, he was sure of it.

Theta arrived later, only just shortly before when she was due. She frowned when she saw Marcus' state, and pulled out a handkerchief to offer to him to wipe his brow with. "Marcus...you should be in bed the way you look..."

Marcus had huffed angrily at the man when he took his leave. Anna clung to Marcus but soon let go and just stood by him worriedly.
The little clock he had had bustled about and waved the papers and book his master needed while pointing at his face rapidly. Marcus was going to be late!

When Theta entered he took the things he needed from the clock, looked it over and turned only to bump into Theta gently. "I'm sorry." he said before he let out a soft huff. "I'm fine, theta...Really. I just go teach for an hour, I already took some medication. I should be fine soon. " he spoke, but did accept the handkerchief, wiping his face before staggering back and resting against his desk. Sweat began to run faster and got worse. His vision blurred and he could hardly think. "I.I'm off..." he whispered but he didn't move the way he wanted, instead he sank to the floor, using his desk as a support. Slowly he looked up at Theta.