Yes, poor Quentin. Rosinante had nearly hurt him in his own anger, for the laughter and apparent callous disregard to anyone other than himself and his grief had enraged him pretty severely. But even then he knew enough to realize there was something wrong and had managed to remove himself before he could cause any real injury. Quentin was luckier than some, in that sense, but in the meantime he had somewhat forgotten the encounter and now he can indeed easily see that what he's going through is much like what the other man had experienced.

He descends into renewed laughter when he sees this strange lizard that is Kuai look at his own hands. "You - your hands!" he even exclaims, then laughs hard enough that he can barely breathe. "Your hands - those claws are so..." There's no finishing the sentence with all the laughter, but he nods.

Yeah. He should head inside. He should also try to periodically check on people rather than holing up entirely, but he's no help to anyone right now and so with tears starting to well at the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard, he begins to leave. "I hope your hands - claws! Go away..."