A quaint pitter patter could be heard from the bushes nearby. Nothing sounding too large or fast was approaching. A brief two seconds later, followed by the sound slowing down significantly, a winded Quincy stumbled out of a nearby cluster of rose bushes. He was dressed in his usual whiteout clothes, his bleach-white jacket, sweatpants, boots, and scarf. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "What happened here? I heard crying from the gates and ran here to find ou-..." He stopped when he saw the girl and her mother, silencing himself. "Oh.." he said, kneeling slowly in regard.