Marion drains her drink in one go. The drink literally does nothing for her but the taste is passable. She glances around the bar accessing the situation silently.

This man is coiled violence that is about to snap. Maybe he already has? Aside from striking out at the crew member who had tried to approach him.

"Bar. Called Ten Forward." Marion loops her thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans as she ambles closer to Khan. She is just within striking range should he decide to lash out but she is confident she can take him if she has to.

"Let him up and I'll be happy to tell you more, pard. Even how you got here."