Uh, I didn't? She, uh, her friends came by later, once she was-- once she looked like herself again. But. Yeah, so that was something that happened.

[If only he'd made a friend, but really. Quentin rarely had any doubts about who and what he was, and how much that tended to turn people away. He's was so fine with that. Really. Honestly. And shit at lying even to himself.]

Yeah, well. I figured, if we die here, at least we'll die laughing? Or, something stupid like that. [he throws a worried glance at Eliot again.] You wouldn't happen to have like a bag of holding or something, right? Because that would be really handy right about now.