Roxy tried not to laugh at the concept of this Calista girl calling her up. From the description of the girl, that seemed like a lost caused. Roxy just envisioned blabbing on and on about what was going on at a ridiculously fast pace, only to have the poor girl remain quiet as all the information went whoosh! right over her head. Yeah, maybe it was better for Quentin to handle that. Besides, she wasn't asking him to talk to Charlene or anything, because she knew that would probably end up in a fist fight. They could both fight their own battles, but they could also lean against each other for support and now was the time for that.
Then Quentin said something that made the pink-haired raise an eyebrow with confusion. Did he just... what? Roxy didn't have the slightest idea as to what Quentin meant with... having not seen anything. What was anything in the context of this subject? Seeing that Roxy just finished talking about sexual stuff with guys, she cringed at the thoughts. "Seen what? I really hope you're not talking about dicks, because I might have to like, crack into your stash of beer to keep up with this conversation." Because fuck. that. Roxy was going to be his friend and everything, but that was a road she didn't feel like going down at the moment. Not in her crazed state of mind.