Quincy walked over to her silently, not that she hadn't noticed him. He was garbed in a green scarf and white wool shorts, that was it. He was missing part of his left ear and had a few scars on his face: the fur being singed away so the scars were visible, and they weren't pretty. He sat next to her, a ring on his left ringfinger. He looked over at her. "Something on your mind?" he asked. He had tried sounding like his cheery self, but his voice was laden with grief. His best friend was paralyzed and another friend was dead. He had been also dealing with verbal abuse as of recently by various others around Dojovillle and the Dojo, but hadnt mentioned it to anyone.