quincy has done that before— gone out in public and used his abilities in ways that were uncontrolled and unexpected. it didn’t go over well. he had to leave. people were mostly just horrified, it wasn’t like they got out their pitchforks and wanted his burned at the stake. just better spare everyone the misery. “ maybe it does, “ he shrugs, not really caring what it sounds like. she’s an interesting one, and he’s not really used to the term ‘friends’ coming into play. that’s not really something quincy has. but he smiles anyways, a knowing smile, and sips his coffee. “ guess so. “
‘ and that would start, maybe, with a NAME, then. ’ keeping the ball in her court, she left it open as to whether she’d give hers first -- chances? not likely. she knew better than that. he’d have to give her his before she so much as thought about telling him anything remotely personal ( name included ). not to mention, it was as of yet unclear how much he might have heard about salem ; this wasn’t information she’d like to readily offer up, given that there were many, she assumed, who would very much love to kick the ass of the girl who ignited such a destructive flame ( OF COURSE, widespread fire as it was, she couldn’t possibly be the only one to take the blame). while she wasn’t necessarily notable to much of a degree, she supposed it was different from a typical civilian following a regular news story. she hadn’t met, since the trials, another one of her kind ; how could she know the reaction, then, that she’d garner? and, better question: why risk it? no, instead, she inquired. kept passive. kept quiet.
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