Roaki sat back, looking Quinnlash up and down. She was still mopey as shit, and she was clearly trying to keep herself in check, but Roaki knew the signs. Anger, confusion, grief, she could tell when someone was about to crack, and doing absolutely everything they could to hold themselves together. In her experience, that never lasted long, even in people who were emotionally stable. Quinnlash was not. Quinnlash was emotionally two seconds away from combusting, always.

Normally, Roaki would have found this annoying as fuck, but this time not so much. It was still pathetic, but she’d come to expect that from her, and anyway, it wasn’t like she wasn’t right there herself too. But it seemed obvious Quinnlash trusted this doctor, for some reason. She knew what it was like realizing for the first time what a mistake that was. 

“[color=ec008c]Yeah,[/color]” she sighed. “[color=ec008c]I remember the first time someone tried to kill me. One of my older brothers snuck rat poison into my dinner. Made me spill my guts out, but I lived. Then he tried to knife me. Gets easier, you’ll get used to it.[/color]”

Ideas came to her, old and exciting. She snapped her fingers, a devious grin spreading across her face. “[color=ec008c]Y’know I bet you got all sorts of nasty shit onboard here. We could get [i]real[/i] creative with the revenge.[/color]”