Quinn nodded slowly but did not look up at her.
Instead, he went slowly over to his things, sure to keep his hands visible as possible.  He placed his revolver and his machete on the table in the middle of the room, and slid them towards Jake.
He went back to his pack and adjusted it as best he could to make it halfway comfortable.  
"I accept to having a guard on me, if that would make anybody feel better."
He lay his head down, turned away from the group, and pulled his poncho over him like a blanket.  The day had been long, and frightfully violent.  Tension had worn him down and he was finally ready to feel the depths of his exhaustion.
Let tomorrow come and sunlight shed some new perspective on this undeniably shitty situation.