It isn't so unusual for Marcos to walk in on someone throwing the furniture around; between the cartel, stressed out mutant refugees, and Lorna, he's generally surprised when someone manages to express their anger without breaking something. Himself included. And hey, at least he didn't throw it at him. He gives him a moment, taking him in, then carries on like nothing happened.

"No worries, man." Marcos notices the crutch, and nearly asks about it, but changes his mind at the last second. Better to feel him out before he assumes he'll want to talk about that. He still offers an opening in case he needs to get something off his chest. "I know... it wasn't my first pick for a vacation spot either."