Snippet #2711174

A pungent odor came from the side of the room, like that of a skunk. Quinn stood with something like a roll of paper in her mouth. She exhaled a white cloud, before putting the joint out against the floor and returning it to her pocket.

"Sorry. It's medicinal."

There it was. Zen. Level head, body ready to spring. Her body became loose as the effects of the sativa took effect. Panic vanished, replaced by an intoxicating calm.

A sense of insecurity came from being unarmed. Her only defense if the men proved to be hostile would be to run - granted, that should prove no challenge. Her legs had carried her away from from rivals, security guards, riot cops; a few heavily encumbered men were no threat to her. The realization gave her a sense of reassurance.

"I would politely appreciate knowing where the fuck I am right now."