[ Eyes on the knife. It's not swinging at him. It's not raised to him. It is, however, gripped for use and pointing in his direction a little. He gets the hint she's trying to get him to back off pretty clearly. ]

Maybe it was looking out for you. [ He frowns. ] Or luring me into being a nice easy kill to help get your groove back on.

[ Quentin can't really tell how poorly or not she might be seeing, since he has no visuals on her actual face and eyes. He has no idea if she's making faces at him under that mask or having her eyes roll back into her head due to a concussion. She gestures, he flinches like he's already going to bolt but hesitates and stays with his feet planted. ]

But- [ He's making a face at her. It's either die by her hand, die by Entity saying "time's up" or get out of dodge. The last option being the most useful to all of them both for his well being and for being able to check in with her after, most likely. He exhales a breath through his nose, throws his hands to the side. ] Okay. [ The medkit is pushed over to her. He then thinks about it and empties his pockets of painkillers and band-aids and puts them in her actual jacket's pocket since she isn't wearing it. He's never actually seen a killer pick up their items before so maybe the Entity doesn't let them but if it's in her pocket then that's hers. Good thing Frank shakes him upside down enough so he figured that out. ]

If you're all fucked up after this then, uh, I told you so? Drink with someone next time. Fuck, I'll even drink with you. I'm a fucking lightweight but just so you stop smashing your head into toilets. Okay? Bye. Talk to you later.

[ He's just tipping to the side with a little wave and rolling in the hole in the floor as a shortcut out of there. Maybe that'd look cool if he didn't hit the stall on the way down. Whatever. He got hatch again. ]