Quinn didn't like it. He was sobbing, leaning against a crate as he quietly mourns. He hiccups, sniffles, just like the day he got kicked off the science team. Unable to feel, unable to withstand his emotional walls...crushing him in the inside. The amount of care he held for Vault 43 was higher than he had expected, his emotional levels were going too high for him. His cat simply rubbed against his hip, as if it was trying to say that it was okay. It wasn't-...really. He couldn't fix that robot, not at this time. He needed to collect himself, just to let things out but...obviously, that would take time. So. Quinn devised a plan...instructions. Slowly getting back up from the ground, dusting off his bottom he exhaled deeply and whipped the tears off his face. Still sniffling, he manages to write down the instructions with a cursive print, and also an apology and promising that he'd come back soon enough.
He crumpled the note, letting him self-stay in a crying state.