His crew had seen him in the shop once or twice already, and MarKus knew him well enough, but getting the drop on them gets most of the other guys to reach for 'something' while MarKus just whips around and jerks back.

"THE FUCK!" he shouts in protest and shock.

"Dude, don't do that shit right now." he gripes after recognizing Vincent. "Whattya need man. Tell me the gun didn't mess up... not now..." Time wasn't on his, or their, side at all.