[ Quentin's watching her going from picking to biting one of his nails. ]

Maybe! Does your head hurt? [ She looks like she's having a harder time being awake than he is suddenly, he thinks. Maybe she was the lightweight the whole time. If he weren't drunk, he'd probably be thinking harder about it. ] Well, yeah. Going insane and snapping would be way easier than reeling in murderous impulses probably. But not impossible.

I guess you don't know since you-you...- [ He points at her. ] Haven't really tried.