[ Mark is now torn between incredulity and indignation, yay. And because he's an 18-year-old boy, indignation wins out.

So he moves to hover off the ground behind him, as if to make the point like, hey, I can fly. ]

Fine, I won't get in your way. You want to know what you're up against, you let her out. [ He crosses his arms. ] And if things get out of hand, then I can handle it.