"Why would we? We don't pay anyone to keep you sedated." Quintus replied lazily, referring to Molly's remark. Truth be told, he felt pretty relaxed, despite the claxons of the bounty and Molly's insatiable erraticism. After a successful hunt, heading back to get paid was almost better than getting paid. The hard part was over with, and the taxes and fees didn't drain half your paycheck. You were simply heading back, and the opportunities limitless and for the next day. 

That were his usual thoughts, and even all of his nonesense couldn't ruin the ride back entirely. But even before the request by Jor'eth, he figured he outta go and check out what Cho-Tyrek's problem was. If there was something wrong with him, it paid to check, and if he needed to be sedated, Quintus would rather do that himself that trust someone else to. He unwound his muscled arms and took his feet off the back of the seat in front of him. 

"Quite astute, Joe." He quipped easily, stretching for a brief moment. He patted his left foreleg to make sure the knife was still in there, and then he hopped up. The merc then placed a big hand on Jor'eth's shoulder. "Do me a favor. If he makes a sudden move, just get as far out of my way as you can."