"No. No mission. No job. No help." Hopefully now that she had her ice cream she would settle in and sit in one place.
Len grunted and moved his leg to keep her from playing footsie with him and returned Mark's look with one that was familiar to anyone who was a Rogue or had spent any amount of time with them. It was that glower that said "Shut up."
"What are you doing here, Quinn?" He asked, glancing at the messy, mostly melted sundae.