Quinn was dressed casually. A pair of black skin tight jeans, and a simple long short sleeve black Henley. She wore a belt, but it was more for show than utility. Her hair was loose and down, and as she walked up to JC's haven her gaze looked over the set up and of course the challenges that they would face with the location. It was open to a certain degree. Hard to hide people around. Hmmm.
The air was changing. The nights grew shorter as the weather warmed. It made her anger flare at this mysterious Jackal. It felt like things were aligning against the court. Like she was standing on a great precipice. Watching enemies approach. It was only the Dark Moon and her thoughts.
Her thoughts turned to the one who should be here and was not. You need new thoughts, Quinn. Why are you torturing yourself? Or is the pain the only reminder you have lost anything at all? It would pass. Like all things before had passed. She had survived Rodgers demise. She would survive this. Though she cringed at the thought of who would eventually come to replace Dirt Nap.