A similar pit opened in Quinn's stomach as Dahlia ordered for her. It wasn't that she didn't like what she'd ordered; honestly, she liked how Dane's did their chicken a lot, and she didn't mind orange soda any either. The fries were just a bonus. It was to be expected, Dahlia knew her tastes pretty well by this point. It was just...that it'd had to happen at all. She closed her eye and leaned back. She felt so powerless, like the anxiety and unease she'd fought so hard to shake off over the past weeks had her by the throat again and were choking her, clinging to her heels and dragging her down. She hated it. It wasn't right. It wasn't [i]fair![/i] But what else could she do? She was [i]lucky[/i] that she had Deelie there. Really lucky. Otherwise she didn't know what she would've eaten at all. Ah, but now the topic had shifted to something more productive. "[color=skyblue]Everyone wants to know why you didn’t kill the Helburkan girl! What’s up with that?[/color]" Sparing a moment to give a halfhearted grin at Dahlia's voice, she settled again afterwards, going quiet for some time. How did she swerve a topic? Deelie made it sound so easy, and for her it probably was. But Quinn barely knew how to hold a conversation to begin with, much less how to control the flow of one. What did she want to talk about? What did she [i]like[/i] talking about? She...she didn't know. But this was going to happen no matter what she wanted, so...she needed to try, right? "[color=ffe63d]Well,[/color]" she started slowly, almost halfheartedly, "[color=ffe63d]That's...not the kind of pilot that I am, or that I want to be, you know?[/color]" Unbeknownst to her, her voice started to pick up a bit; more animated, more engaged, louder, warmer. "[color=ffe63d]It doesn't make any sense to me; shouldn't pilots be working together instead of tearing each other apart? I'm a pilot because I want to protect people. So I just don't understand why I would need to kill someone, or be killed by someone, for something that seemed so [i]petty[/i] at the time, you know?[/color]" She blinked, and realized that she'd been talking for longer than she intended and she'd gotten louder than she wanted. She realized people were staring at her and snapped her mouth shut. "[color=ffe63d]...Was that okay?[/color]"