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.
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:49 am (UTC)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.