but not always so timid

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Show a Little Skin

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gaexdearg:

A reassuring smile was offered, and Nel went about checking her equipment as she traversed the short expanse to the door. “I’ll drop you off a couple blocks away from where that greazy bastard likes to hang out, so you’ll have to walk.”

Again thing she’d rather not do; leaving Quentin dressed like that out in the open with the express purpose of attracting someone gross. But part of working in this business was trusting your partner, and that meant trusting Quentin not to do something to get hurt.

Checking her rifle, Nel turned to face the younger woman. “I’ll be set up at the marker at 9:13 sharp. Don’t approach the guy until then, okay?”

Quentin followed after Nel and watched as the other checked over her equipment again. “Got it~” She could handle a bit of a walk, though with how she was dressed, she wasn’t going to be able to carry her tazer. And punching someone while she was dressed like this would blow her cover...

She’d have to be careful while she got into position. 

Quentin nodded. “9:13 on the nose. I won’t approach until then.” She checked her phone and hoped hers and Nel’s were synced. It would make things difficult if there was a discrepancy between the two devices.

“When you’re ready, Nel.” Quentin could feel nerves boiling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t used to being involved in the situations like this, but she was confident that she’d be able to pull it off. Usually she was just gathering intel and passing it...

This felt way more dangerous.

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explain how this should work [open]

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guard-breaker:

Alvin knew he had come to the right place. Bars were always a great go-to for intel, but there were just certain ones you needed to seek out to really get the juicy stuff. And it just so happened that Alvin knew all of them. It definitely helped that he frequented bars outside of work; barkeeps were more likely to talk if they knew your face.

Or were attractive. Alvin liked to think he had that going for him too.

“You got it. I’ve got time.” And an expense card to utilize for his drinks. Though Alvin knew better to drink too much or else he’d risk messing up somewhere along the way. Heritage or not, alcohol was alcohol.

He sat quietly and sipped his drink, occasionally chatting with the other bar patrons and the keep alike. “So, young miss… This place doing you well enough? The boys don’t get too rowdy?” Small talk, idle chit-chat to pass the time, and perhaps gain a bit of info as well. One never knew what sort of gigs would come up, and having dirt on anyone would be helpful.

Quentin was flitting around the bar, sometimes flirting with patrons, sometimes making drinks, and sometimes she was subtly listening in on conversations in order to get more intel. But she paused when Alvin spoke again and smiled at the question. 

She laughed lightly and leaned against the bar as she pondered how to respond. “Hm...treats me well enough.” Really, Quentin worked a lot and made a good amount of money, though most of it, admittedly, went to rent. And food. Though sometimes she skimped on food. “Oh, I can handle when the boys get rowdy.”

She had a tazer and, despite looking relatively frail, she could pack quite the punch when she felt like it.

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A Sure Promise

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targetedxandxfiring:

“Doubleshifter, actually.” Neil went about drying his own hair, still very much shirtless. It wasn’t such a big deal if someone saw him in the buff; Neil was rather proud of his physique. Lean with good muscle tone. That much came from years of his day job, but it certainly didn’t hinder the work he did at night either.

“I work a full time job and then a part time, so I end up out here kind of late.” Though that was primarily because it was much more difficult to complete a hit during the day. Too many people around, and too much light. Definitely not the ideal conditions for murdering someone. “But you’re right. There is a rough crowd out at this hour.” Many of which were less than keen on marked folk walking the same streets as them. Neil had run into those kinds of people many times. Not all of them made it out unscathed. Strangely enough, Neil didn’t consider himself part of that rough crowd.

The voice at the back of his head was telling him to hightail it out of there before she asked anymore questions, but Neil knew that once she saw his face – and his mark – that he’d have a rough time losing her. It was better to get to know her, keep her under his thumb, just to be safe.

“I’m Neil, by the way.” He said with a grin. “Neil Dylandy.”

A double shifter...Quentin supposed she could relate to that as well. While she did the bartending at night, oftentimes she was doing writing work during the daytime hours. It often made for an overtired Quentin. But sleep was for the weak...right?

of course he keeps his shirt off. Quentin was doing her best to not stare, but the man did have a very nice physique. She supposed there was nothing wrong with admiring him, it wasn’t like anything would stem from it. 

“Hm...working a full-time and a part-time? Must be exhausting.” Not that she was drawing on her personal experiences for that, not at all. Nope. “But...there is the benefit of this place being pretty deserted at this time of night, right?” She grinned at that. “Means you can do your workout without people staring or making weird comments.”

Not that people did things like that - sometimes her workout gear showed her mark a bit more clearly than she wanted. Sometimes people could see it.

Though she was lucky in the respect that she could walk around without much fear of people knowing she had a mark. Quentin was able to hide it with relative ease, though...she didn’t really think she should have to. But the fact that she could hide it made some of the rough crowd leave her alone. The ones who were less than savory sometimes still bothered her though...

“It’s nice to meet you, Neil Dylandy.” She returned the smile - his name was fun to say. “I’m Quentin.” She patted at her hair a little more. “Quentin Marks.”

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“Quentin, are you alive in here? I brought food.”

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Quentin shuffled to the door - she was a bit bedraggled, but appeared to be alive. “Food? Setsuna...you didn’t have to bring food...”

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Happy anniversary my love <3

“Thanks Sassy...it’s been awhile now, hasn’t it?”

Strange to think her brother hasn’t killed Sasuke yet.

Mainly she’s happy things have gone well for this long.

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shooting for stars is like darts in the dark [closed with isaaccecilbryant]

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isaaccecilbryant:

The boys both replied with ‘nice to meet you’. 

“I’m glad we could be of service, my lady.” Isaac said grandly while Miles eye rolled. “It wouldn’t do for your fair skin to be burned by the harsh sun–”

“–Enough already.” Miles interrupted by ribbing Isaac. “You don’t have to pull the prince charming act for every girl you meet.”

“But a gentleman must always treat a lady–”

“–No.” Miles said flatly, bonking his friend playfully. “Shut up and eat ice cream. Sorry about him, he’s an idiot.”

The bickering back and forth between the two was enough for Quentin to hide her mouth behind a hand so she could laugh. Though, there was something nice about being called ‘lady’ and getting the Prince Charming act - it wasn’t something she often heard.

But it seemed like they had a comfortable friendship if they could poke at each other like this. 

She ate ice cream so she could cool down, but couldn’t really stop the little giggles that were sneaking out. 

“I’ll admit that the prince charming act is nice.” She smiled. “Really, thank you.”

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this place is already a gestalt illusion

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targetedxandxfiring:

Neil felt for her, he really did. It was hard enough walking along the surface knowing that if anyone were to find out his profession he’d be killed on the spot or worse. But Quentin’s only crime was falling for the wrong guy, and if what he had heard around the proverbial water cooler was true… Then Neil knew exactly what kind of guy he was.

The others had kept his identity from him for a reason, and Neil was certain that reason was because it was someone that Neil also held a grudge against. That left very few options.

“Don’t worry,” Neil began, forcing a smile for the younger woman. “They won’t just dump you somewhere. We may be considered international criminals, but we’re not monsters.” Though some would disagree, sometimes Neil himself. “We’ll make sure that guy is either taken care of or you’re taken some place he won’t find you. I promise you that.”

From what Setsuna had told Quentin about Sayyid - no, about Ali al Saachez - he was always going to be able to find her. That’s part of the reason he’d taken her on the Ptolemy. No matter where Quentin would go, there was always the chance that Ali was going to show up and do whatever Ali wanted.

But that forced smile...did Neil think that Quentin thought them to be monsters? The expression indicated toward that. She supposed most of the world found them to be monsters as well...though...

How could she consider the people who had literally saved her life to be monsters?

“I don’t think you’re monsters.” Quentin wanted to make that clear. “...but...thank you. I don’t mean to be in your space. Really...I could find another room to take until I can be dropped somewhere.”

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ambimerc:

Ally giggled a little at the blush on Quentin’s face, her blush was a lot cuter than the cashier’s. Since the blond took the books she had the stationary in hand as they were walking out, “Well if you insi-”

She stopped when her phone began to ring. Aggravated she answered it with a small huff, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder,“Yes?…I could’ve sworn this is my day off….”

Ally’s expression was rather unreadable as she turned around, taking a couple steps, pulling a pen from her blazer to jot down something, “…I see…I’ll be there in a few. You better be right this time.” She didn’t wait for the other person to respond as she hung up, her brown eyes scanning over to Quentin, perking up.

“Sorry Quenny…I’m afraid our little coffee date will have to wait another day. Work never sleeps.” She tore a strip of the stationary she was writing on and handed it to Quentin, which had her number and ‘Allison V. Svent’ in perfect cursive, “Gimme a text sometime okay? Again, sorry about the book.”  

Quentin was just a blush when Ally was about to accept the coffee offer - but didn’t get to say anything as Ally soon got a phone call. She was quiet while the other woman handled her business - Quentin just looked over the book so she didn’t wind up overhearing anything. After all, it wasn’t her place to hear what Ally’s business was.

“Oh...it’s alright.” She was actually a little disappointed that their coffee date was being postponed, it would have been nice to get coffee with a pretty lady. “I understand work never sleeping.” She took the paper into her hand and nodded to Ally. “Alright, will do! And no worries...thank you for replacing it...”

Quentin finally looked down at the bit of stationary and the neat, cursive writing. Her eyes went wide as the name finally processed in her mind. Allison V. Svent.

Wait...

She’d run into a Svent??

How...

Quentin gulped and tucked the paper into her pocket. Well. This was...Quentin was in over her head.

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set my heart on fire

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ambimerc:

gaexdearg

“N-no, it’s not too much.” It was, kind of. Less so in the style of outfit, which was plainly conservative in nature, but more in…well…there’s leather. Quentin was in a leather skirt, and she looked fantastic in it.

Nel was secretly grateful that her choice of a attire involved tape for the evening. If what Quentin was planning actually went down – which it would, knowing Ally – there was going to be ample teasing before they even got through with dinner.

“You look great, actually. Fantastic.” Nel made a mental note that Quentin looked damn good as a librarian and turned her attention to Ally. “What do you think, birthday girl?”

“Y-You look great, Quenny.” Yeah…great wasn’t the word she was looking for. Drop dead gorgeous is what she was looking for. Ally hardly saw Quentin in her glasses and with the outfit she was wearing….damn and she knew that Nel liked leather…it’s the entire reason why she got the leather skirt for Quentin in the first place! This was like a double whammy for her!

She may or may not be wondering if Quentin was gonna pull a ruler on her before she cleared her throat, “Ah…I think you said the reservation was at five? We should get going…” 

Wait was Ally blushing? When was the last time Quentin saw Ally blush? “Thank you, ladies~” She gave a little twirl for them before stooping so she could put on the heels. She was going to be as tall as her ladyfriends this evening. She was determined.

“Nel, you called in the reservation, right?” She straightened back up, making sure she had her balance in the slight heels. She took a few steps and kissed Ally on the cheek and grinned if only because they were the same height tonight. “Happy birthday, honey.”

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set my heart on fire

@gaexdearg and @ambimerc

Yes, this was the perfect outfit for going out to dinner for Ally’s birthday. Quentin smiled as she put on the pencil skirt that Ally had gotten her - it was only fitting that the first time she wore it be for Ally’s birthday, right? She didn’t really get why it was leather of all materials, but that was beside the point. Nice underwear was put on - bought specially for this occasion. And then the skirt and nice blouse (blue, to go with her eyes) were put on. And her glasses because they were going to be reading menus...perfect.

...she looked like a fucking librarian. 

Whatever. Quentin could rock that.

She pulled her hair back and grabbed her heels. “Okay, sorry, I’m ready now!”

The plan was to go out to dinner and then have all sorts of fun. Bedroom fun.

Wait, they were both staring.

“Is this too much? Or is it too librarian? I can go change if need be...”

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“Can’t or won’t?” She stated, plucking both books before giving the cashier a flirty look, placing the books along with the stationary on the counter, “Mind ringing this up for me darling?”

The cashier turned twenty shades of red before doing what she requested. Ally didn’t bother looking at the the total as she swiped her credit card, “I do feel bad about earlier, it’s the least I can do.” 

She handed the two books back to the blonde with a smile, “Let’s be careful with this one now, hm?” 

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Quentin made an indignant noise as both books were grabbed, staring as the books were paid for without another though. She wanted to stop the other woman, to protest at all, but she could only stare.

“Yes, I’ll be careful.” There was a faint pinkness on her cheeks as she took the books and tucked them into her shoulder bag. Part of her had been wanting to read the book on the way home - that had led to this...situation. “Let me buy you coffee to make this even?”

Wait, that sounded like asking her out on a date. And very suddenly that blush was getting much, much darker.

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Show a Little Skin

[gaexdearg]

Nel’s face softened. It was weird to see how young Quentin could look with only a few minor alterations to her attire. That alone mad her grimace. If she had the choice, she wouldn’t be using someone as bait to get this guy out of the picture, but in this situation, drawing him into a location where he could easily be shot from a distance was the best way.

She just wished it didn’t have to be Quentin to draw him out. But at the same time, Quentin was the best person for the job. She could hold her own in a fight and she wouldn’t hesitate to defend herself if their target got too handsy. Question was whether Nel could keep her cool while watching.

“I’ll be watching from above.” Nel assured, squeezing Quentin’s hand in return. “And Ally will be on standby if things get ugly. But I don’t think that greasy pimp will be too much trouble. We’ll be done in time to get dinner.”

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“I know you’ve got my back.” Her hand lingered in Nel’s for a few moments before she pulled away. She stooped down to pull out two pairs of sneakers, holding up the options to Nel.

One was pretty standard - white and black - the other pair was pretty vibrant. Pink laces even. That almost seemed like overkill. Why did she actually have that pair of shoes? Were those a gag gift from someone? Probably...

“God...I haven’t been able to eat all day, I’m gonna need that dinner.” She shook her head as she put on the more subdued pair. Quentin didn’t usually go in this deep for her informant work, but really...she had two of the best looking out for her.

She stood back up, all ready now. “I think I’m set...”

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Sleep is for those who don’t have deadlines

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36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life?

Hm, that’s not something I’ve actually considered for her! Quentin is usually pretty healthy, she’s relatively active (she likes running). But she does get migraines and has some hypermobility issues.

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

She is very annoyed by people who invade personal space when someone is clearly uncomfortable. And arrogance. Arrogance is something that gets her irritated very quickly.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?

While she loves the sun, the sun doesn’t love her. Quentin adores rainy days, though. She feels there’s something inspiring about them and she feels her best writing comes about on those days.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

That she’s fragile and weak and a pushover. No. They are not correct. While Quentin is a bit timid and sometimes comes off as meek, she’s a spitfire once she gets going. 

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

Quentin’s music library is her guilty pleasure. It’s varied. Anything from metal (which she adores) to classical to bubblegum pop. It helps her write, it helps her bake. It just makes her happy. She can sing, but rarely in front of others. She’s a bit shy about that.

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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

Okay, I’m a huge nerd. Quentin’s name was initially picked because I like the name Quentin. But then I had to adapt her for tumblr (round 1, back in 2012). So she needed a last name. I settled on Marks.

Because it sounds similar to question mark.

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)?

She tends to hum a lot without realizing it. Either with tune or just little hums of agreement or questioning or...well. The hums are varied.

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

Quentin is pretty hard to piss off. But one of the things that makes her rage is someone trying to make her decisions for her. She doesn’t mind input, she doesn’t mind people expressing concern, but if someone makes the decision for her? Nope. Be prepared for some yelling.

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?

Quentin won’t be the one to start the fight. But if someone picks a fight with her, you bet your ass she’s defending herself. She knows some basics and depending on verse she’s had a few pointers from some very tough ladies.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

This is a hard one to answer. She does wind up killing someone in the novel she’s in and she absolutely breaks. She was also coerced into the act. I suppose under the right circumstances and in defense of someone she loves, she would be willing to use lethal force, but in general...she’s not capable of it. It haunts her. 

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Get to know my character

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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

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Show a Little Skin

[gaexdearg]

“Right, and don’t let him walk out.” Nel combed through the shirts hung in the closet, trying to find something that said young but wild as well. The guy was known for hustling underage girls into the wrong sorts of business, and clearly that was grounds enough for Nel to agree to the bounty. That was no life for a young girl…

She pulled out a flowy top with a more colorful pattern, a bit low cut, but it’d work for what they were wanting. “Here, do you still have those jean shorts you wore out last week?” She asked as she knelt to dug for some cute sneakers to go with. “Show of your legs a bit, you know? We need him to want to approach you.”

As scary a thought as that was. Nel would prefer not to throw Quentin into the line of fire like that, and using any of her friends as bait never sat well with her, but she had insisted she could do this. “And you know you can fight back if you feel unsafe, right?”

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"Right, no letting him leave either.” Quentin looked at the shirt and frowned slightly. Low cut. No sports bra. Once again, she was turning around and changing bras. But she could see why Nel was picking it out. It was cute, flirty...still a the young side, but the type of shirt a younger girl might wear when she was trying to be alluring.

“Yeah, um, gimme a sec...” She went up on tiptoes to grab the jean shorts from the top shelf before tugging them on. They would be nice. They were short enough to show off her legs nicely. And they made her legs look hella long. That’s mainly the reason she’d gotten them. She took the shirt and put it on, feeling a bit more childish than she really wanted to. The outfit was not one she’d have worn under normal circumstances...

“I know I can fight back...” Quentin’s voice was soft now. 

More likely she’d find a way to seem like she was playing hard to get. Avoid the fight. While she could fight, Quentin knew she was slim and easily overpowered because of that. She reached and squeezed Nel’s hand gently. “I’ll be okay, I trust you...you’re always looking out for me.”

And Quentin was more capable than she seemed.