Hearing her call it important gives a weight to her words, and Marcos steps closer to her as they move to somewhere less open. He's still so confused why he's here to begin with and what purpose he's supposed to have. He doesn't doubt that they're trying to use him to suit their needs, but it sounds more complicated than what he's gathered so far.

He tries to keep from letting paranoia get the better of him when she mentions masks. Heaving a sigh, he nods. It isn't like that's unfamiliar to him, it's just exhausting to think that he's back here again. He lowers his voice, but he can't hold back his frustration the more he thinks about it.

"You can say that again. I don't know what they want out of me. If they're powerful witches, what do they need an outsider for?" He asks her, but he's also thinking out loud. "They even gave me a salary with attendants, like they think I've done this before. What will they do if I can't give them what they want?"