Rhys takes one look at Quentin, then immediately waves him over, gesturing to a work bench that's low enough to sit on.

"Hey. Please tell me your going to let me take a couple of those burned out parts out of your head?"

There are only so many textures that the eye is willing to happily close over. Scalded parts probably aren't on that list.

"And-- yeah. I ran into him in the inmate showers."