[Quentin does the two-pump handshake and pulls his hand back, not really stuffing it in to his pocket, but it hovers just close to it like he might want to. So, it's straight to the point? Fine.]

I don't really give a shit if I leave? But yeah, I want to find a way out of this fucking place. If there's a way in, there's a way out. And I'm going to find it.