"Sonovabitch," but he kept still. No lashing out or screams of bloody murder. Instead he tensed up and become absolutely still. Only moving when Mitchell wasn't piercing his skin.

"Keeping lines of communication open. I'm the guy who's keeping in touch with the various resistance forces, you know? Trying to unify everyone," Quentin seems to stare hard at Mitchell, anything extra to keep his mind off the pain. "And finding those who've gone underground, establishing connections with them. Anything to bring our community. But that's the biggest bulk of my work." He continues to stare, blinking whenever the needle came close to his face.

"I'm also a terrorist, as you know. Though I expect that that's not new news, is it Mitch?"