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Q hung his head once Marino turned his gaze. Longingly, Q turned toward his gun case still lying next to him.
Cassandra interrupted his thoughts, asking him questions she seemed she didn't even want answers to as she pulled him up and consequently demoralized him by patting him down. She'd find nothing of course. While Q did normally have a belt that holstered a dagger and a gun behind him, it wasn't on him now, as he'd left them at his apartment.

Today was supposed to be an easy mission, an unimportant one- that's why he'd let the whore who'd bailed him out of the slammer yesterday do it. They'd become somewhat close over the few weeks he'd been hiring her. Though, he bet she was dead by now. She would've been super annoying and calling out the window asking if he were okay if she weren't. He let out a sigh, shifting his weight uncomfortably, his legs quite sore.

"You can call me Q," he grumbled, turning to his gun case once the patting down was complete. "I'm going to pick up the case now." He announced his action before he did it simply because he didn't want them thinking he was going to kill them. Despite how much he wanted to, that would've been stupid at this point.

He slowly bent over to pick up the case, a slight grunt escaping him. Oh, his legs were going to be sore for a good long while.

Stupid third story.

He hmphed as the case was stolen away from him. He didn't care much for it but it was his weapon of choice. Without it, he couldn't get much work done.

"I'm fine," he grumbled, his voice not very persuasive.

Begrudgingly, he followed after her. She was not really his type at all. He may have looked more at her if every step he took did not bring pain spiralling up his legs. At first he walked slowly and heavy, the pain apparent in his creased eyebrows.

But soon he managed to play it off as a normal gait. Normal enough, anyway. His tail, a desaturated brown going down to about his knees, stayed low and close to his legs., mostly limp. Just like the shreds left of his ego.

Once he reached the van, he waited to be told where exactly it was he should enter, and once motioned, he went in, a slight growl leaving him as he slid into the vehicle, scooting himself in just enough so his tail wouldn't be clipped in the crossfire of the door closing.

Q knew his legs were sore and he shouldn't have jumped from the height he had, but he also knew nothing was broken. He probably had just sprained a muscle or a tendon. The pain would go away eventually and if he kept moving around he'd be good enough.

While he sat, waiting for when the next demoralizing session of whatever it was that was next, he quickly took his silver pendant and slipped it under his shirt. Marino and Cassandra had already seen it, but that didn't mean everyone else int he world had to. It wasn't as if men usually wore hearts or anything. Why did he even bother still wearing the damn thing anyway?

Q took one look at Doc and didn't like him, although his attire did quirk Q's brow.

When the man introduced himself, Q crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window of the van.
"A three story jump will do that," he said bluntly.

Q's muscles tensed when he saw Doc waving his arms around out of the corner of his eyes. He turned, with the intent to stop Doc from touching him, but stopped himself when he thought back to Cassandra, who was right outside his van door.

He gave a grunt and crossed his arms over his chest once more, looking directly ahead of him, at the driver. He didn't like where this was going.

Q tried to ignore the Doc, but his constant talking was making it difficult.
Once the man took out the pills and began explaining them, he turned toward the man, a brief look of disgust on his face.

Q reached out for the white pills, the anti-inflammatories. "You talk too much," he said quietly.

He brought the pills back to himself, ignoring the blood thinner. He stared at the pills for a moment in the palm of his gloved hand, gave another cursory look toward Doc, but then downed the pills anyway, swallowing them quickly and with a small cough afterward, a fist to his mouth.

He looked back toward Doc after that. If the pills were poison... Q was dead anyway.
This guy seemed a little messed up in the head however, so he doubted Doc would intentionally do such a thing. Though the blood thinner...
"My blood's thin enough as it is. It won't clot," he offered, looking back toward the window, watching Cassandra outside.

This Van seemed like a prison. Locking him away with a crazy? What was that woman thinking? The Van wasn't even going anywhere...