This man was a strange man, she decided. One that looked as though he'd be more at home in The Scene than Middling. But he seemed nice enough and if there was any chance speaking with him would help find her brother than she'd take the risk of marching into a stranger's house. Like her mother (and unlike her brother) she was a relatively fearless woman.

"Ah, that is not necessary. I haf already eaten." she said, waving dismissively in response to the man's dinner offer. "But I am thankful for your hospitality all the same." she affirmed so as not to be rude, stepping in.

Her 'th' sounds came out much clearer than Faylen's did, much closer to their English pronunciation (if not a bit hard). The accent on her sounded far more fluid and a touch exotic- not nearly as clunky and awkward as Faylen made it sound. But then again, age and being blonde certainly had an effect on perception (though Quinn probably knew that).

"I vas just wondering if, perhaps, you had seen a small boy around here. You see, my brother has been missing for a few weeks now and vhile here on business and I thought I had seen a boy that looked much like him..." she opened, following him along toward the kitchen. "He's about this high--" A gesture. "--with brown hair and eyes, some freckles across his face...I-I think I haf a photo-picture..."

She rifled in a small purse and produced a picture. "Ah, here." It was a dead-wringer for Faylen- though in the image he looked a little younger and sans scales and white hair-tips. That left little doubt that this was his sister he spoke so highly of, then, even if she didn't look too much like him.


Faylen recognized the voice even before she stepped in. Once he listened- really listened- he couldn't imagine how he had even spaced it in the first place. Sister. Elissabeth. There was a flicker of happiness, yes (how he missed his sister!), but...but...

She'd want to take him back. And he couldn't go back. Especially after the fandango with Writ. Mother, ah...she'd be too angry. No. No, no, no. But the problem was...he wasn't sure if he could tell Elissa no. He was terrible at standing up for himself. He could try and use the Game as an excuse but he had no idea how to even start explaining such things in a convincing manner.

He swallowed, still frozen in the hall. It had been such a promising night! He...he had felt so happy! But he should have known that a boy like him didn't deserve such niceness.

As soon as his sister started to move inwards, Faylen booked it for the living room, hiding himself around the doorway, pressed flat to the wall. His heart was hammering and he didn't want any more confrontation! His eye began to water and his chin trembled. What was he going to do? What could he do..?