Quentin sulked in the back seat of the car.
"Come on, Q," said Jesse from the driver's seat. His best friend was grinning.
"Look, I don't expect you to get how important this is to me," snapped Quentin. "But I do expect to be taken seriously. Come on man."
Brigit chimed in from the front passenger's seat. "Ease up, Quentin. Of course we take you seriously."
Quentin rolled his eyes at his twin's comment. "Whatever. Look, it's important that we get this drive out of the hands of Ardcorp."
"Yeah we know, " said Jesse. "End of the world scenario. Well here I am driving you to this shady drop-off thing you've got going. Just don't ask me to take it all that seriously. You know your cloak and dagger stuff just comes off as hilarious sometimes. Especially since we're doing this in broad daylight."
Quentin's frowned deepened. "See that's what I'm talking about. Obviously I'm not gonna do a shady deal at night when there's no one on the road. The important thing here is to blend in."
"Right," said Brigit. "So we're blending. Teenagers laughing is pretty blend-y, Q."
"Yeah," said Quentin. "Well so is teenagers sulking."