Quinn laughed wildly at the options presented to her. Drag her back or would she come on her own. "I think you should drag me" she said, "I wanna see would you make it. I wanna see do you have it in you to do it. Bring the bad girl in. Do you think you could little Juliet?" She found the whole thing hillarious if she did say so herself. Juliet, like a good trusting little idiot had taken her baby without so much as a question as to why Quinn was so easily handing her over. Ridiculous is what it was. Frankly ridiculous. She had every right to do this right now. Every single right, because she was teaching this woman she hardly knew a lesson.
And if her 'friendship' with Dean Winchester was true then she'd need to know how to deal with things like her wouldn't she. She was helping.
"I don't want her, I don't care anymore, in fact right now pretty lady all I want is for you to show me just how a cop works in these situations. Do I put my hands up, do you cuff me down. Cause I think I'd like that. Then we could talk properly couldn't we." Quinn could only laugh as the gun was still pointed at her, and she decided on a whim to walk closer to it. Closer and closer to the gun.