"What the FUCK! Where was I for zombies!? Not that I'm big on zombies. Depending on the state of decay they can be touch-and-go for a telepath. But still!" he whines and gulps down the rest of his drink.

"To be... a lawyer? Or a politician?" he asks. Even if it is small talk, Quentin's just glad to have found someone who's not only about his age, but not easily chased off. He can make with some small talk for that. What else is he going to do? Hang around with Wolverine?