Quinn Perkins: [to Huck as he walks in] What are you doing here?
Jake Ballard: Lay off, Perkins. He's here to help.
Quinn Perkins: Help? Well, if I need someone to helpfully murder busloads of innocent Americans and chop their heads off for fun, I'll give Huck a call. Otherwise, no, thanks. I'm good.
Huck: I'm fixed. Jake fixed me. I'm okay now.
Quinn Perkins: Yeah, fixed? There aren't enough meds in the world to fix...
Jake Ballard: I'm here with him. He's fine.
Quinn Perkins: Oh, you're like his slaughter sponsor? Yeah, that's totally fine. My bad.
Jake Ballard: Can we put aside the name-calling and the blood-feuding and just get to work?