Quinn was about to puff himself up and defend the quiet, and clearly still frightened, Ana when she spoke up for herself. When she got up he stepped sideways to cut off her line of movement, turning his head so she realized he was looking at her. "Here." He made sure she could see everything as he slid his hand into one of his pockets on his coat and slid the handle of one of his knives free. He held it up where she could see the trigger that allowed the blade to slide out and retract. "I'm going to want this back. Should they show up stick them with the pointy end. Preferably in the eye, the neck, the inside of their leg or cut the tendons of their wrists or ankles." A crash course in defense in thirty seconds but if her life depended on it he had the feeling she'd take it to heart.
The blade itself was about twelve inches long and sharp on both edges, not quite as easily fitting in Ana's much smaller hand but the trigger was easy enough to work and shouldn't go dull even if she hit bone assuming she had to use it.
The knife offered, he turned his attention back to Veronica. "I'm not sure how things work out here, but I'm pretty sure if she was a felon she would have been restrained in some manner, and they wouldn't have been heavily armed while heading into the recreation district of a busy space port." He had a point. "I grew up among convicts, felons and ex-military. I've seen thugs, gangsters, murders, and con men and she does not fit a single one of their psychological or sociological profiles. I'm going to trust my instincts and believe her words that she's not a felon. She needs help, and I will give her mine. Will you?" He wasn't going to back down to Veronica's admonishment, but neither did he attempt to physically tower over the other woman.