Quinn knew the armload of supplies he cradled in his arms scattered itself behind him as he ran, but he didn't do anything about it. As far as he was concerned, everything they had on the ship at that point was all they should be worrying about. That and getting the hell off the planet before it destroyed itself in a fiery ball of fury after the Day Wanderer exploded.
Minnesota suggested trying to disarm the bomb, but both he and Archer killed that idea pretty quick. Mainly by force. When she started to argue, Quinn hefted her over his shoulder and carried her outside, dropping her into her transport.
"Get us off the ground," he panted at her before spinning and going back inside.
He found Archer and Sammel gathering up the last of the equipment at the hatch as the sound of Minnesota's transport roared away. "Leave that!" He snapped at them. "We have to go now."