Something within Quinn [color=black]raged[/color] at her withering anger. So close, it was there at the surface, tingling in her fingers like it meant to ball them into a fist for her. It tells her she was right, that she should [color=black]hate[/color] this girl, this Helburkan [i]dog[/i] who would dismiss her so easily. Roaki Tormont didn't know who she was speaking to, if she did she would have thrown herself to the ground and begged Quinn for mercy. [color=black]Too late. Too late for that.[/color] 

But it sank again, perhaps on its own, or perhaps the grief pushed it down. 

Roaki continued to eat, a glint in her eye at the mention of Hovvi’s destruction. It wasn’t amusement, per se, but there was definite interest. She hadn’t bitten the hook, but she’d nibbled the bait. 

“[color=ec008c]That blows,[/color]” she said. “[color=ec008c]People made it sound like you guys were untouchable. Guess not. Wonder what they’ll do once you’re dead, if, y’know, another one pops up.[/color]” 

She dropped the meat back down onto her plate and took up a mug of something dark and frothy. Holding it to her lips and throwing her head back, she didn’t stop drinking until it was gone. From the grimace that followed, it must not have tasted particularly good. 

“[color=ec008c]That how you lost your eye? One of the little fuckers get you?[/color]”