[Quentin looks away from his eggs briefly, raising his eyebrows at her when he feels her putting up some kind of shielding. He's not so sure anything she could do could actually stop Nate if he really wanted to bust into their conversation—the best way to not draw the suspicion of an Omega level telepath is to not do anything suspicious—but go off queen? For his part, Quentin doesn't bother beefing up whatever shields she's got going on.]
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/What about him?/