In hindsight, things could have gone a lot better. Much, much better.

The air was still for a brief moment as the Almaniac ceased her attack. Then, like a sudden storm, absolute chaos. Books whipped around at high speeds, several Quinn had to block with her sheild to avoid a first class ticket to the hospital. Someone, a Dragonfly Miraculous user by the looks of it, rushed towards the fray. Meanwhile, the Racoon looking girl was thrown high in the air by the cackling librarian. Yup. Definitely could've been better.

Quinn grimaced as the girl soared through the air, expecting her to land like a cracked egg. Instead, the boy with the armored behind managed to caught her with a smoothness that would've caused even James Bond to whistle in admiration. Quinn cracked a small grin. He'd have to teach her a few tricks. Er, after this whole librarian situation, of course. Speaking of which...

She glanced at the window the Almaniac had flown through and groaned at the barricade of tables. So much for hoping that she'd finish lunch in time. The defensive line was too thick to sneak through, and it'd take too much time methodically removing each table. Enough time for the Almaniac to spread even more chaos and destruction. She turned back to the group. For now, at least, she might as well get to know the rest of her mysterious teammates. 

[color=#7CF5AA]"The name's..."[/color] She paused. Nocturne. Skleros. Talon. Both names were cool [i]and[/i] fitting. She had to think of something cooler, something that was unique, something like...[color=#7CF5AA]"Bold Badger,"[/color] In that moment, Quinn felt anything but bold. She was an artist, not a name-giving-person-worker. Still, at least she hadn't called herself 'Stripey' or, Heaven forbid, 'Shieldy'. Bold Badger. It was simple enough. Yeah...maybe it wasn't so bad after all. [color=#7CF5AA]"I've got the Badger Miraculous, if you couldn't already tell."[/color] 

Her cheeks flushed as she noticed Talon staring. [color=#7CF5AA]"Hey, buddy!"[/color] She lightly bonked him on the head with her sheild, indignation clear in her eyes. [color=#7CF5AA]"Eyes are up here."[/color] She crossed her arms, looking over the other users. They were like her. Some could even be going to her school, or even living in her neighborhood. Still, she wasn't quite ready to reveal herself. There was safety in her secrecy, and she was determined to keep it. [color=#7CF5AA]"I already told you who I am. You don't need to know what lies beneath the mask."[/color]

She walked towards the vents, peering into the darkness beyond the bars. Before, she would have seen nothing but pure dark nothing and felt the soft blow of the AC. But now, as Quinn placed her hand on the vent and closed her eyes, something was different. She couldn't just see where the vent led to. She could feel it. She could feel the smallest shudder of machinery in the metal walls, and the faintest brush of air pushing and flowing in the tunnels. The faintest ripple, easily collected by her newly heightened senses. Her eyes snapped open. [color=#7CF5AA]"I can lead the students out," [/color] she offered. For once, Quinn's small, narrow stature was actually helpful. She carefully unscrewed the vent covers with her the sharpened end of her gloves and turned to the freed students with a wide smile. [color=#7CF5AA]"Alright, kids, who's ready to skip school?"[/color]