Alright, that's a bit of an overreaction. Quill's eyebrows shoot up and she appraises the skittish stranger more closely, taking note of the furtive glance to the watch - got somewhere to be, has she? - and the nondescript device strapped to her back. Either she's new or she's up to something. Or both. Quill shelves the book without taking her eyes off the other woman, to have her hands free, just in case.

"If there is, I haven't found it yet," she replies with a shrug, curious to see where this is going. "Apparently a couple of nerds got together and set up a lab somewhere, but knowing the level of available technology around here, they're probably working with a fancy coffee machine."