Quinn felt a great sense of relief when Nem left the class. It felt like a bomb that was about to go off inside of her was slowly defusing. If they had said one more thing Quinn would've screamed. Actually screamed.

But people trying to defend them... that was something that irked Quinn as well. She took note, Phoebe James. Motives didn't matter. Actions did. But she could keep it to herself, for now.

Atlas's uncomfortability with the situation had also irked Quinn. She knew that Atlas was uncomfortable about these topics in general, but especially recently it had been a little tiresome. Ignoring or running away from it was just as bad, but... she knew he didn't mean any harm. He just... didn't know how to deal with it. She had sympathy for him, at least. But she might need to talk to him about it if the opportunity arose.

But now Quinn wasn't in the mood for answering another question. She was still a bit jittery from the last one... and she hadn't even answered the last one, really. But trying to give another answer while she was still humming with suppressed rage and adrenaline would be a bit embarrassing, so she just held her hands in her lap and listened.