Finding this newest addition to his drink far more to his liking, Quint quietly sits back to enjoy it. He watches the proceedings around him with only a modicum of interest, instead savoring his drink while considering this latest turn of events.

The very idea of the entire multiverse coming to an end was patently rediculous, although Quint had certainly seen (and created) his share of strange things. Assuming it was true and not some capricious prank being played on them by their host, Quint wasn't even sure stopping it was the right thing to do, assuming stopping it would even be possible.

The only thing constant throughout the multiverse was change - every living thing was born, it grew, and eventually it died. Even the gods were not exempt from this rule, as Quint had painfully learned from personal experience. This did not mean Quint was suicidal, as even existence trapped in the feeble powerless body of a human was preferable to non-existence. But change, even in the forms of death and ultimate collapse into formless oblivion, was a natural and immutable aspect of the multiverse.

There were however steps that could be taken to prolong life, as Kaylee seemed to have done in regards to prolonging existence. Quint wondered what sort of unexpected side-effects her efforts so far had yielded as the price for prolonging the multiverse, for things like this usually had some cost or another.

Then again, it sounded as if something was taking deliberate steps now to oppose Kaylee and bring the great play to a close. Artificial action to end all existence was certainly different than natural change and decay, and Quint decided that such action probably should be opposed by any sane individual. And he apparently also was going to be forced in action against this unknown force of decay whether he wanted to or not - although there still was always a choice. Even with a blade held to one's throat, the other alternative was always refusal and death. In this case though, Quint concluded that he was firmly on the side of preserving existence.

Quint was just starting to focus in on the conversation around him again when Kaylee mentioned his name, followed a moment later by an apparent title: "The Deluded". That was certainly a disconcerting thing for her to label him. Quint was able to respond with some sort of witty retort, as soon as he could find the right words, when Kaylee faded away, leaving him and his new companions alone.

"Well, this certainly is going to be interesting. I imagine that her warning was in regards to us being dumped wherever it is we're going for our first little "assignment". If she hates us, we'll probably end up in the thick of it too. Best be prepared for things to go from bad to worse."

Finishing the last of his drink, Quint tossed the metal can over his shoulder onto the ground behind his chair - if she could wipe powerful demons from existence Kaylee could certainly clean up her own domain as well. He then pushed himself out of his chair, stretching and warming up his muscles. No sense in not being prepared to run if they got dumped into a hostile situation - and if the got dumped into a non-hostile situation, but a delicate one nonetheless, Quint was sure he'd be able to talk his way out of it.