Diet Marco doesn't see his backup going down, but he does notice a conspicuous lack of following through that last turn. Weird. Maybe his bro stopped for a leak. He pauses for a moment, bending over to check his shoelaces, then whipping out the fake order information for the fake order, as if he was stopping for directions. Anything to stall.

He can't stall forever without looking suspicious. When his backup still doesn't show, he knows he has to push on. Sigh. Maybe this is just a drill to see how he does on his own. Maybe it's for real. He doesn't have a lot of options either way, because if he bails, he's out. Out meaning ejected into space or something.

One more step and he's in the creepy quiet street. No one can hear you scream here, Marco. And if they did, they probably wouldn't care.

If he can get through two blocks of this, he's clear.