Marco was busy poking and prodding into the burial niches, peering at the remains with interest when the voice comes around.
"Ah, the ogre I presume. He sounds so. . . cheery. I wonder what he eats when he's not dining on people. Or perhaps he is simply capable of long waits between large meals. Certain types of snakes do that, I hear."
His thoughts wander off into mumbling as he considers the dining habits of the common household ogre, but he does maintain enough presence of mind to retrieve his crossbow from his back and load up a bolt as he awaits a course of action.