Quincy was busy as always in the mall of Höllvania at the target range. He was honed in with his gun and his eyes locked on each of the targets hanging on the wall as he shot them one after the other, unfazed but the recoil of the gun in his hands and shooting bullet after bullet like it was pure muscle memory, and it was.

It looked like he was focused heavily on his targets, but in reality he was deep in thought while he went through the waves of shooting down his targets. He soon sensed someone was nearby though, and he saw you approach out of the corner of his eye. He shot one last bullet before he pulled his gun back to rest on his shoulder, turning towards you.

"What do you want." He said with clear irritation in his voice, eyeing you down. "I don't take kindly to being distracted, you should know."