In short order, we entered a nondescript building. Two flights up, and we were in a surprisingly spacious apartment. "I like what you’ve done with the pl—" I was driven back a step as Popeye planted the butt of his sword into my midsection. Based on Quinlan anatomy, it should have had exactly the same effect on a Quinlan as it would on a human. Or a Deltan. Or a Pav. Interesting.