She wasn't ready. She didn't know when she'd be ready or if she'd be ready, but she wasn't ready and she didn't have to be. At least she felt that she didn't have to be. She could take her time and she did need that.

Quinn wiped her eyes as discretely as she could, the tears pooling there and threatening to fall. She didn't want that. She wasn't the weak girl that had a crappy life and bad things happen. She didn't let herself.

"Thanks," she murmured.