Joan likes to know the meaning behind names, because most saints line up with names-- it's her own personal form of astrology. Quentin means four, like a four-leaf clover, the trinity plus one. It's propitious. She takes it to heart. "I'm Joan. By the way."

Joan, who doesn't have enough tit to get frostbitten on.

"If you don't got police, what happens when people get murdered?"