[ Quentin's thought process gets pulled away from the topic at the question and he just stares at her. His eyebrows very slowly go up, eyes locked on her face while the question sinks in. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, narrows his eyes a little and then goes to say something again only to burst into hysterical laughter. ]
Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!
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Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!