James was going to go to the hotel but decided to make a stop at a clothing store beforehand. Mark looked at James curiously.
"Well, you don't want to be stuck with those the whole time do you?" He gestured at the now rags Marcus wore. Marcus was trying to figure James out.
"So are you a secret agent then?" Mark asked. James was glad that he was trying to make conversation at least. James alarmed the car and nodded. Mark smiled.
"Cool."
"Let's not go shouting it out hmm? Let's try this shop here." He noted the shop closest to where he parked. It was a men's shop that had suits and semi formal wear. Mark raised an eyebrow but followed James into it. Mark was not much of a shopper; he had normally just picked things out that sort of matched what he already had.
He picked up some dark jeans, a maroon t-shirt with some silver writing on it and went to try them on. They were a bit big, which was surprising to Mark, but he had probably lost some weight after all that time there in China. He went out to find James, mainly out of habit whenever he went clothes shopping. James looked at it and rolled his eyes. It was casual, perhaps a bit too casual for the agent's liking. He picked out some dressy shoes and a black vest to go with it. James laughed and told him to hurry up.
"Pick out a couple days worth or clothes. And pajamas. Then we leave." Mark nodded and picked out a few other sets of clothes and brought them to the counter. He habitually reached for a wallet but forgot he didn't have one. James handed the salesman a credit card and the man rang it through the register. It felt so strange to Mark being in an urban setting after being locked up as a lab rat for what felt like years. They left the shop with a few bags of clothes. Mark had been able to change into his new clothes before they left and discard the old ones.
"Thanks." Mark said as they headed to the car.
"You're welcome." James finally said and slid into the car. They headed to the hotel and went up to the room that Q had his equipment.
"Hello Mark, I'm Q." Q looked up from his computers. Mark instinctively stopped at the sight of all the computers; it reminded him of the lab he had been stuck in. He shook off the memory and said;
"Hi." There was an awkward pause then James lead him to a bed where he could put his things on.
"If there are three of us, do I get the couch? There are only two beds?" Mark asked. James laughed.
"Q doesn't like being in the same room with me when he sleeps so he sleeps on the hide-a-bed in there." Q glared at them from his spot on the couch.
"Why not?" Mark asked but realized he probably shouldn't have asked that sort of question.
"Yes Q, why don't you trust me?" James laughed.
"Because James is a gigolo that sleeps with just about anything that bats an eyelash at him." Q growled.
"And yet, you sit there behind your laptop." James noted.
"Because I'm not interested in the slightest!" Q hissed. Mark became uncomfortable with the conversation and tried to find something to distract himself with.
"He's not my type anyways, though he is a bit feminine." James smirked. Mark laughed awkwardly.
"Mark, could I get you to come here please?" For some reason, Mark felt like he was being called to the principal's office. He put his bag down and looked over at the James. James nodded and he went over to the man with all the computers.