Man, I so know your pain. Where the fuck has this stuff been for the past year? [Lyn grins broadly at Quinn's selection and finds a place to settle comfortably, legs crossed under him - it's one of the few times he's allowed himself out of a prepared-for-flight stance, and a sign of the fact that he already trusts Quinn.

Seriously, how could he not trust someone with such badass taste? Clearly they share a wavelength.]

You gotta gimme a minute to get used to the controls, though. I usually do PC games.