After a rather boring patrol (and then a fight with his Pytho's co-pilot), Marcus came into the "Ambrosia" with his jacket in a less desirable form. One sleeve was literally torn apart, while the other side only had enough left of it so you could see the 15th patch.
After finding an empty table in the middle of the bar, he loudly said to one of the nearby waiters: One 44th Apocalypse...
Then, after another look trough the bar, he took off his ragged jacket and silently waited for his drink to come.