"Details, details, I'll tell you later." Jacques waved off her concerns with a hoof. Quartz tried to use the distraction to slowly slink off. "You. Stay." Quartz sat on his ass, defeated. The door was only several feet away, too. Jacques turned back to Thorax. "Now… Thorax, despite what Handy thinks, I… am more familiar with how changelings think than even… Comment puis-je mettre ce délicatement...? "