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Quinn was still trying to wrap his mind around it. The death, the destruction...

The Os.

What he had seen on his phone the other day was terrifying, almost as if it was nothing more than a TV show broadcasted on their tiny screens. Only all the people inside were real, he knew a few of them.

And he watched a few of them die.

He felt a shiver go down his spine, threatening for him to drop the stack of paperwork he was carrying around the life labs. Setting the stack down, he only so happened to peer down into the infirmary part of the establishment.

Squinting, he thought he saw a name.... wait. He approached this time, not spending too much time in this section of the building but... No he was..... "Maebe?" He peered into the room, brows creasing. What was she doing here? "What happened?"

He then remembered what happened last time they met, and was glad that he did not flush easily.

Quinn took a moment to assess her general appearance, and took noticed of how disheveled she looked. To be fair his only other time he could compare her to was when she was super drunk, but she looked a lot more pale this time. Smaller too, something about hospital beds made people appear weaker...

He took the invitation and approached closer, looking down at her with a puzzled expression. Was that a trick question? "Well the good end of a dagger i guess is the hilt... nothing pointy on that end normally because thats where the person holds it." It could cause bruises to get hit with the hilt but it was better than being stabbed really. He could be wrong and there was something sharp on the other end of some daggers but, either way he should not be focusing on matters of dagger ends or not.

The point was, she was stabbed. With the really sharp end from the looks of it.

To answer her next question, he turned around and pointed to the back of his coat, which symbolized the Life division golden tree. "Im in life division." He spoke at the same time, back still turned. Only after he paused for a few seconds did he turn around to face Maebe again. "I was passing by doing some work and saw your name on one of the doors." He remembered her name, given only after she was close to sleep the first time they met. It wasn't a easy name to forget. "So I.... wanted to check up on you." Thats what you did with people you knew right?

"Who would stab you though? If you dont mind me asking." He thought fear shields protected against this, unless she was in a training session gone awry?

Even as she started to snark back at him, it was so quick and then gone he didn't seem to notice. Or if he had, he didnt say anything.

Instead he listened intently, rolling the information she just gave him around in his mind. If she looked she could more than likely almost visualize the little cogs as they moved around in his mind. "Hmm." Bad guy that seemed like a hunter with a few fingers missing and yet...

"Well if he attacked you then yeah he certainly wasn't one of us. i hope." That was a scary thought though. He realized that if that was the case... who else was inside that wasn't supposed to be? "Do you think there are others like him inside too?" He couldn't stop himself from looking back towards the door as he said it.

The other hunter hadn't killed her, which he assumed was either an accident or... maybe the other hunter had a reason for keeping her alive. "I'm glad you seem to be okay though, even if recovering from a nasty wound, is there anything you need?" He was a life trainee so he was certain he could find things if she needed it.

Finding a wall, he leaned against it. "Even so i doubt you have pissed someone off enough to the point of them wanting to flat out kill you in cold blood. Even more so it was someone you didn't meet until that day you said?" Conspiracy theorizing wasn't exactly too far off. If there were hunters whom attack their own, with intent to kill, inside the island... then it wasn't exactly a theory was it?

A pause.

"Besides, why would they try and hurt you because of a paycut or a union? Unless you secretly the book keeper plotting against us or something, thats not your fault." He was trying to toss logic into a situation lacking it, grasping at straws. They needed more intel.

Though his mind was suddenly far away from intel with her next words. He turned his face away from hers, trying to hide the flush that was creeping up his neck. The first time they met she was drunk as a skunk, so he dismissed anything she was really saying then. Maybe she was on some sort of pain killers messing with her head this time? "Glad i could help?" Quinn did say earnestly, still not sure what to say.

He did stare at the hand she was holding out, curiously, wondering if he was meant to take it? Did she want something?

He did little more than listen for a short while there, but by the end he had pushed himself off the wall and grew closer to her. It was a little unlike him to approach an issue like this head on, but from the way she was acting it seemed she needed it.

A little late, he ended up reaching out and grasping at the hand that was once offered, even if her fingers were now closing the invitation. "You know, Maebe, it sounds like your almost relieved i don't know you very well." That was curious even, she seemed to be drawing away again. She did this when she was drunk too, get all close but once he pried with questions she seemed to draw away.

"Would i be too forward if i said that, from what i have seen, you are worth getting to know better? I, for one, am glad your okay." He meant that too, he wished nothing ill to happen to her, evil hunters or not.

"What did you want me to do, then?" He managed to tack on at the end. She seemed to have a question following up her statement of wishing he could do more.