Things are complicated. Complicated, and messy, and there's a lot in the air. The tension in the air in general is thick, and it's hard to tell if it's intrapersonal relationships, the fact that they're trying to turn magic back on like they're some form of IT department, or just because it's a Tuesday. It's all a huge mess. The sad thing is that for Quentin, this almost feels normal.

Except, of course, for the elephant in the room. Alice Quinn is across from him, books and scrolls and everything they can possibly get a hold of to try to figure out the next step to find the next key. Quentin can almost feel her presence even though all they're doing is reading, and he keeps looking up occasionally, keeps reading the same page two or three times, keeps focusing on what they once were.

Yeah, he's not going to get any work done, and he finally closes the book with a loud snap.

"Hey, so..." The worst part:

"Can we talk?"