When Curtis made the quip of 'they saying we stupid,' it really took Quinn a lot to not add to that summation like the comeback queen she is. She bit her tongue on that one.
She also bit her tongue on Jackson's start of his diatribe, and yet, Quinn was not unsympathetic by nature. She knew not everyone's circumstances were as fortunate as her own. If you call any forced embrace 'fortunate.' Quinn didn't want to play the suffering Olympics because suffering was relative to all. Every being experienced it.
"I can happily agree to those terms. You should go to court because if you had, we would have already known each other at least by sight, Jackson." She paused a moment to look at Shane and nodded to him, and to Curtis as well. "I only came here with 5 Kindred total. The others you have been seeing are not apart of the group from Sacramento and have their own designs." She supplied the intel partly because she was trying to seem reasonable and partly because she had no idea what kind of dumb fucks were out there, and didn't wanna be blamed for their shit. She'd own her own groups crap, but not the others.
When things started to take a turn, Quinn could not intercede. Connor was the Whip of clan Nosferatu, and if he felt they needed a lesson, that was not something she could temper or override. Just as she would be pissed if he tried to overrule her authority with her own clan. She flinched slightly as Curtis took it upon himself to answer that challenge even as Jackson told him to back down. Connor had the map. He knew where the Rendezvous point was. She would take the out Jackson gave them and meet Connor at that point.
"Ms. O'Ryan, Mr. Northbridge...it is time to leave this place as we agreed. Whip O'Brien will do his duties as he see's fit. He knows where we are to go next. Let's go." If Maeve and Milton allowed it, she would usher them in front of her, guarding the year in case some itchy motherfucker decided to job on anything moving, or give chase...