She could do cuddly and clingy if he wanted and when he tugged her down, she sat herself sideways so her legs were draped over his lap, curled in against his side. "I'm glad you were busy. You didn't have to mourn over me not being here too much then," she teased him.

He then was asking what happened and she sighed heavily, pressing her face against his shoulder. "They hate me, to start," she explained, which he already knew from when she first met them and she spent a good fifteen minutes ranting about them, "So we were scouting, mostly. There's a guy that we know was suspected to have killed this one woman and stowed her body, but as it turns out, the woman was alive and being kept in a storage unit he was renting. I felt like we couldn't wait to get her out because who knows what he was going to do with her, right? I said we should grab her and go and they said we should check in at base, make sure we were cleared. I said fuck that and went in for her anyway."

Quinn gave her best innocent grin, "we saved her and then called out a hunter on him because he did figure out we were after him, but he couldn't have gotten far and I think he was close to catching him by time we got back. They were just mad because I didn't follow orders and ask permission when I felt it was more important to save the poor girl first," she rambled that off quickly, "and this is the part where you tell me I'm wrong."