[ she's not sure that she wants to ask about the pile of tablets. do they belong to people who were killed? is it possible that there's an even worse reason for all the discarded tablets? ]

Cheryl Blossom. It's a pleasure, I'm sure.


[ she discards her own trash, and dusts off her hands. ]

So tell me, Quentin, what sort of world did you come from before being trapped in this dark hole of despair?