[Quentin just stares, a little slack-jawed and makes a frustrated kind of sound. Because, man that is exactly what a killer would say and he rubs his face with both hands before taking another step forward.]

Why the fuck would I kill someone? I don't even know where I am, and-- okay, so not that that has anything to do with anything. But you were right here and I was way over there, by that kind of melted hole in the snow. So...

[But in the spirit of not being a total dick, Quentin lowers his voice]

Even if-- I'm going to put a rock here, or a stick. So I can find her again later and... [and what, Quentin? Bury her? Drag the dead person in to town and get arrested? He flails his hands around a little.] So, yeah. Let's go.