Quinta pushes her helmet back on her head and scratches her scalp through short black hair.  "I figured that, yes."  Hoped that?  She honestly isn't sure.  Coupling with each other, and with the Fae.  And with... Tak?  Oh hell.  The goblin.  The soldier isn't sure she's up to that.  She grins broadly at Alfonse.  "This could be your lucky day, fella.  Problem is, will your buddies back home believe you?"