[Quentin's smile grows a little bigger, and he wrinkles his nose as his hands unclench from around the paper cup.]

See a few feet? You mean, lose a few feet.

[He nods, hands gesturing to the town and the docks.]

Sure, if we're listing things that don't suck about this place. There's people here. Food, sometimes. I even have weed, but. It's still not what I thought dying would look like.