I am?

Oh, no, you're not seeing it, are you? This cage of yours. Look again. Look at the lock. It's not what you think.

It's gotta be the Dama, right? How do I open it? The Esperanza would just let me in.

Oh! Uh, please?

Quinn takes it in his stride, as always, though the ship is as unfamiliar to him as a stranger. He knows what the console is, just not how to operate it. "How can I help?"

It's completely out of our control! Where the hell are we heading? Can you tell? lance

Hey, are we landing? What's going on?

Then where the hell—

Stumbles out of the Dama.

This place looks kinda funky.

Uh, no, not common, sir.

I can't, my wife is pregnant.

If he's bothered it doesn't show. His smile is slightly strained, perhaps, but otherwise Quinn is as polite a guest as the Dama ever had.

Hey, it's okay.

They hear stories of the war, a distant terror on the horizon, but it never seems to reach them.

✨ personal space ✨

“You ever wonder what happened to him?” zorah Age has crept up on him. It took a long time to do so, peace suited Quinn well.

Yo, we fuckin'? Wait have we met before?