['Containment'? Great. Quentin can't help the disgusted look that crosses his face as he connects the dots. Talking about people like this leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]

So, okay. I just... do the circle thing- [He does a small circling gesture in the air, and is startled by the hint of green twining between his fingers. What the fuck-] And- get somebody to walk into it? Go full 'walk into my parlor, said the spider to the fly'-? Will I know when somebody enters the circle and it'll start on its own, or-?