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It may be some time before Quinn gets up the nerve to walk outside again, no matter how appealing the green landscape is. At least he's starting to think he knows why. He's not going to be staying here much longer. Not if his world keeps grabbing him back and pulling other people with him. It's nearly time to go home.

Still, he could do with a proper dinner or two before he has everything together, so he makes his way down to the Bar and finds a convenient booth. It'll do as well as anywhere else, really.

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He... nods.

He doesn't winces, because people willing to help are always good. But he does know that volunteers, if not properly watched, can be as much trouble as help.

"Aye, you've got me. It'll be good to head home after all."

Quinn catches the hesitation. "We're starting at the old hotel," he says. "you know, the one a couple miles down the road? It's still got some sound bits belowground. It's as good a spot as any for emergency reserves, and if we get an overflight, it's far enough that it won't point the beast back towards the castle."

It might sound a bit cold to an outsider listening, but it's the sort of consideration that becomes second nature over the years, really.

"Sounds good to me. We going to be carrying flares on the way just in case, I'm assuming?"

"Course we are," says Quinn. "Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise."

He's not going to mention Calrissian's offer of weapons until he's got an actual blaster in his hands.

"Just wasn't sure of what supplies we had of that type here.'

"We're well set on that front," Quinn says. "Believe me. Just this once, I know what I'm doing."

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