Quinn...stared. At the clothing scattered around, the brutal fabric massacre covering essentially the entire common room of the dorms. Dahlia screaming at Roaki. Justifiably.

Stared some more, at the entire bizarre tableau.

Stared at Roaki, as she let fly a bunch more of Dahlia's clothes.

The spell was broken as a pair of balled-up socks bonked her in the nose, prompting a sneeze of alarm. Her eyebrow twitched, and the loud, jagged grinding in her head was nearly audible as her brain abruptly shifted gears that were not, at that moment, prepared to shift. Dahlia's stuff being thrown about--Dahlia yelling--Roaki doing it--Quinn's affection for Roaki--

The socks that had bounced off her face rolled to a stop a few feet away from her, and for a moment that felt frozen in time she just...stood there. And blinked. And stared at the socks, [i]completely[/i] unsure what she should do in this situation.

Then the gears in her brain caught and started to move again, and something like a strangled growl crossed with a tired groan seeped from her throat. She marched up to Roaki, face caught in some bizarre triangulation between sadness, confusion, and stormy frustration. Taking care not to step on Dahlia's dress, she stood in front of the smaller--and legless--girl, took a deep breath, bent down, lifted her hand, and...

Flicked her once, gently. Right in the middle of the forehead. "[color=ffe63d]Roaki, you...[/color]" she chided--then paused, and the chiding tone left her voice, to be replaced by restrained frustration. Still gentle, as Quinn always was with Roaki, but present nonetheless as [color=black]Quinnlash[/color]'s anger reared its head as well. "[color=ffe63d]Apologize to Dahlia. Right now.[/color]" She took another deep breath as she straightened, trying to quell the irritation and annoyance that were bubbling up in her. She'd had a [i]long[/i] day. "[color=ffe63d]You're acting like a [i]child.[/i] You're better than this.[/color]"