Quinn shook her head, firm but quick. Any more might reawaken the nausea or headache and that was the last thing she wanted, but an emphatic head-shake was an emphatic head-shake all the same. "[color=ffe63d]Nuh-uh, I've already been putting it off. I was going to see him yesterday before,[/color]" she swallowed uncomfortably.

"[color=ffe63d]I just really need to see him soon. Aaaannd...I wanted to ask his advice myself, too.[/color]" She sighed. "[color=ffe63d]Roaki still doesn't really seem to want to live and I wanted to ask him what he thinks I should do. Last time I asked him, he mentioned making her an informant like...um...what did he say his name was...Gast?[/color]" She took a deep breath, collecting herself as her thoughts began to run away with her. "[color=ffe63d]He said she'd be safe if she did but I never brought it up because I never felt like it was the right time.[/color]"

She started to go on, but her head started to throb again. She winced, then took another spoonful of cereal and slurped it down, staring off into the distance. She should've mentioned it to Roaki by now, she knew. But a part of her knew that it wasn't because she never felt like it was the right time.

She was scared. Simple as that.

Scared that Roaki would yell at her for suggesting she work for Runa. Or, even worse, terrified that Roaki would just...say nothing at all. Would turn and face the wall again. And Quinn had no idea how she'd react to that.

Roaki didn't deserve to die.

After a long spell of cereal slurping and spoon clinking, she spoke again: "[color=ffe63d]I just...[/color]" she lapsed into silence again, trying to collect her thoughts as they started to fray, then hung her head as her voice dropped to just above a whisper in a tone filled with self-loathing and self-pity.

"[color=ffe63d]I just want someone to tell me what to do.[/color]"