[Like 'moving a limb', huh? Quentin blows out a breath, and scrubs a hand down his face.]

Great. Intuition is what I have to rely on here. There's no other... guidelines? Just... get the circle to show up, have somebody in it, and- what. Hope instinct kicks in before they can try and kick my ass?

[And here Quentin had been hoping Otto would have the full rules figured out or something. He seemed like that kinda guy.]