"Yeah... Yeah, I get it." Deflated. Deflated and, for a brief time, defeated, until he springs up. He moves almost in conjunction with Roger making it up the stairs, dragging his acoustic and looking like he'd seen better days.

"Woah," Roger says at Mark's sudden movement, and Mark actually does help him to the armchair opposite the couch where he all but collapses, finally offering a hand to the other. "Hey, I'm Roger, I--"

"Actually, you know what? I don't get it," Mark states, glass in his hand, getting water for his friend. He spins around and starts walking towards the two, looking at Billy in particular.

"This is exactly why America the Brave is such bullshit! You guys will let sleaze after sleaze show up on CNN about which celebrities going to jail or who did their boobs, take away from all of what's really happening. Yeah, I get that. But how are you a liability? I mean, do they realize that there's cameras everywhere? That sooner or later, you're going to be photographed. So--- so why not get basic, primal moments caught? Nothing for show, not polished shit that your company makes--exceptions, of course, exceptions, but--but why not? There's a liability in the fact that you'll realize you're a zombie, maybe."

"Jesus, Mark, can you just introduce us before you start ranting, please?"