Oh. Um. Right. [Quentin looks apologetic, crossing arms against his chest.] No, you don't have to ... it's fine. I should've known that.

[He doesn't want her having to feel like she should apologize just because he's awkwardly attempting small talk when it's unnecessary. Quentin chances aa look at her.] How are things? Uh, for you but like, for ... for everyone? The people from New Amsterdam.