Peter's whole body suddenly goes tense, senses alert, a kind of fight-or-flight response to the sudden wave of not right this guy is emitting. His fingers freeze over his camera, no longer fidgeting as they had been previously.

How would this guy know what Q thinks or doesn't think. And why would he care? Especially with such glee, like this is all just some big -

"You know Q, don't you? The one responsible for doing all this," he says, the puzzle piece slowly starting to come together. "Or you're part of it.


"You're one of them."