Quinn landed with a very ungraceful thud and a groan.

That.

Was.

Terrible.

Quinn clutched his stomach nauseously and didn't even attempt to move yet. He never ever wanted to travel by Portkey again, and then it dawned on him he would have to Portkey back. He groaned again.

Quinn sat up hesitantly and looked around. Oh—wait—people! Other people! Non-Alliance Muggle-neutral people! Quinn was about to get up and run—screw it, if he threw up he threw up—but then remembered that the Hoods came with them. He curbed his impulse and settled for standing and brushing off his side where he landed. He looked at the normal people, potential saviors, wistfully, for a moment, before turning back to his group. Then his mind was brought back to the fact that, not only was he still trapped, he had to go and find dragons. You know, the XXXXX-rated untamable wizard-killing creatures. How fun.

He shrugged at Minjae's question. "Would we be able to go somewhere where, there were, y'know... people that would be able to stop us from getting killed? If the situation were to arise," he added, seeing as it was indubitably possible.