She followed, but quietly. It wasn't until he asked that she even considered speaking again. "No," she lied. She probably needed to take something for her head, but she felt like it might be a good reminder right now. "Thank you, though," she added, to be polite.

Quinn sat herself down on a corner of the couch, legs curled up. She waited, trying to sort through her thoughts for a moment, finding herself drifting off into space and having to pull herself back into it.

"Francis?" she started up again, voice sounding sheepish, "would you care if I stayed the night tonight? Just tonight. You can kick me out tomorrow."