"They had devices against telepathy," he's extremely calm as he speaks despite yanking out needle after needle and placing them carefully inside the rag. Stopping only to wipe off the trickle of new blood down his arm before pulling out the last of the needles, and then the fragment of glass.

"I saw a truck of prisoners, and stepped in to help them. They're all safe... I made sure of that before running away. Told them to run the opposite way of my direction and where they could find a safe shelter near the city so I can send them more help. Telepathically of course. I kept with them mentally to help them out so, I got a little careless physically- ngh," the glass is also set inside the rag, and he wastes no time in cleaning the wound. All that was left was bandaging it, something Quentin started to do on his own while looking up at Mitchell.

"Heh, never thought I'd see you again," a beat "I'm glad to see you again... I thought you lot were dead"