Quinn holds his head as if he has a headache. He moans and leans against the back of the confessional.
'Casidee is just... Just...' he never finishes his sentence. He can't get past 'just'. 'See? That's the thing actually. I don't know what she is!' he says in frustration. 'She was acting sweet and bubbly at first. Then she started acting shady and I honestly thought she was secretly some sort of actual genius... I had my doubts about the theory, but I can't seem to figure it out. Which is new for me.' he crosses his arms. 'Her charms don't make it any easier... Is she... playing me?' he says, but shakes his head. 'No, no it must be paranoia. I sound paranoid. This island has such a strange effect on me. UGH. Am I losing my sanity here?'
He bites his nails. 'Or does she actually like me? ME? Being nice because someone actually cares about Quinn and not... Someone else...' Still looking troubled as ever, he exits the confessional.