Quinn gave a sigh. He hated when Baxter was right. "Knock her out. Right. Until she's waving a gun at us. If that happens, we'll try to cause a distraction and.. run." Better than getting shot or something. He definitely didn't want that. "But maybe she knows where Woody and Rick have gone off to."
With a small nod, he straightened himself up and went to turn around and face Amy. "Right then, lead on. To the uh.. kitchen, right?" This place had a kitchen? Weird.