Hell, some part of Quinn was surprised she'd dropped the f-bomb. It wasn't exactly something she said every day.

It just wasn't important right then.

"They don't know how to help us here," Quinn said. "They're just idiots, they're weak and, and -- selfish, and weird, and -- it's what you said, we can do better." Agitated now, she scratched at a darker gray patch on one palm. "Or at least have more fun."

She wasn't even certain what she meant by that. Something with blood.