Quinn lost her grasp on the boy's wrists, cursing under her breath as the strap of leather remained in her hands. Her grey eyes shifted up to Jericho a moment, still so thankful for his help.. but still, with a hint of guilt. But she remained silent. She had no clue what his plan would be, and thus she took a little step back with the strap of leather, eyes shifting between the two young men.
If Jericho's plan failed, whatever it was, she'd at least try to snap up Gulmont's wrists with that strap of leather.. she wouldn't stand by useless.