[ Quentin's noticed but mostly because the universe has decided to put him in her path be on the receiving ends of texts. While also being in the trial when she does it. Could be a funny coincidence but he's more of a believer in higher powers kind of guy.

Like this is an utterly dangerous move and he's probably getting impaled in 2 minutes by a giant spider claw for it but whatever. ]

You're welcome. I personally think we should think about how monsters shit more often.

[ Flashing a toothy smile at her. He crouches next to her, crunching pieces beneath his soles and by dropping a kit on the floor. He's rolling his jacket sleeves up to his elbows while doing a quick damage assessment with the current visuals. Ouch. He reaches a hand towards her head then pulls it back in a hesitation, looking at her eyes- ...her mask's eyes with a raised eyebrow like he's unsure if she's going to slice his wrist for doing it. Blue eyes briefly then go darting around the floor for the knife. Is it in the jacket?

He shrugs then and goes in there with all the practice of someone that's taken care of a thousand head wounds by now. ]

Do you bring the drinks in with you or pre-game the trial? 'Cause this is an elementary school.