Nervous and slightly scatterbrained, Marco runs the equipment in the rotary press control room, which is constantly seizing up and breaking down. He's part of the uprising, knows Midea well, and keeps a repurposed steel saw for those who wish to challenge authority.
Marco spends all of his time in a room filled with computers, without actually using his axe. The computers don't actually do anything, activating the safety stop mechanism prompts an "access denied" response.
"Why would you? They'll probably thank you for the information with a bullet to the head. They don't give two shits about you. Does ratting me out still sound like a good idea? If so, go squeal to Brand. That little rodent will be happy to hear what you have to say. Now, get the fuck out of my face. I got work to do."