[Giving a snort, Quentin just looks up and raises an eyebrow.]

Really? Why? Why do we have to do anything? I mean, sure, I want to help and it's not like I'm proposing that we just all up and leave or anything. But, really-- why should we owe anyone here anything?

[He exhales loudly, shrugging.]

What has this place done for you that makes you want to help it so bad?