Quinn's face was grim by the time they arrived in the medical ward. The looks they'd gotten on their way, she already knew, would stick in her mind for days to come. Looks of confusion, anger, vindictiveness...[i]betrayal[/i]. 

Roaki hadn't really reacted much, but Quinn knew she'd be uncomfortable with it too. And discomfort was the last thing she needed. So she did her part by glaring (gently this time, more a warning than a rebuke) at people who came too close, or were too loud with their comments. She suddenly wished she'd asked Dahlia to come with them too. She'd never had a problem with crowds of people before today, not really, but so many unfriendly eyes made her skin crawl something fierce.

She hadn't expected to be back in medical [i]again[/i] today, she had to admit. And not for a good while yet, unless things got very bad very suddenly and for no good reason. But here she was. The orderlies and nurses were a breath of fresh air, after a fashion; though they were hostile for the most part, they also—medical professionals that they were—bore looks of horror and concern that hid behind that annoyance or disdain. 

The two of them didn't talk. The air was thick with...she wasn't sure, but there was some kind of unpleasant tension that was hovering there, as the wheelchair's axles squeaked faintly in the quiet.

Before too long, they came to Doctor Follen's office. As usual, it was comforting to be here. But she was a bit more guarded than usual. It was still niggling at her, that sense that he could have done more for Roaki, and the fact that Roaki refused to look at him—a fact that didn't escape Quinn—didn't make it any better.

"[color=lightblue]Ah. Is everything alright?[/color]"

"[color=ffe63d]No,[/color]" she replied plainly, not bothering hiding the concern in her voice. "[color=ffe63d]Did you see where they put Roaki? It was horrible.[/color]" A note of accusation entered her voice and her eye narrowed ever so slightly. "[color=ffe63d]You kept me here for two days for exhaustion. She got a whole leg cut off and growths removed from all over, but she was just [i]thrown[/i] down there.[/color]"

She took a deep breath, steadying her voice again and taking that little bit of aggression out of it. "[color=ffe63d]I know she's [i]technically[/i] an enemy, but she's hurt badly, isn't she? She deserves better, and I trust you more than anyone to take care of her.[/color]"

A beat passed. She looked down at Roaki from where she stood above and behind her. Another beat. A deep breath. She knew this was asking a lot, but...

"[color=ffe63d]...And could you measure her for prosthetics too? You don't need to give them,[/color]" she added hastily, "[color=ffe63d]but just measurements don't hurt, right?[/color]"