[Quentin is usually very good about keeping polite physical distance from people, but well, that was something new and empathy isn't one of his magical abilities, but it is the closest thing he's felt to them so far. Still, he understands that confusion and mild fear himself, being new and much less comfortable about being a fish out of water.]

Shit, um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

[Is empathy his new power? That would not be a great power for him, especially with the current bitter emptiness looming on his mind currently. He instantly feels guilty that someone else had to feel that. Q's used to being a depressed mess and he tries hard not to make other people feel that way. He runs his hand through his floppy dark hair nervously.]

I'm new. Like, very new. I have zero idea what I'm doing. It's like a cyberpunk movie come to life except not as fun as it should be. [He rubs the back of his neck.] I'm also not one hundred percent sure that I'm even alive right now or it's that situation where your brain is dying so it makes up all these images that's like your life is flashing before your eyes, only it's not. [He pauses.] I talk when I'm nervous. Sorry.