[h3][center]Quinn[/center][/h3]
[@Yomojo][@tex][@Afro Samurai]
[color=0072bc]"Grapevine? Better hurry. It gets especially crowded around this time. Don't wanna walk in and find out that there are no seats or all the drink has run dry."[/color] Quinn said, fiddling with his artificial arm, one of the fingers getting stuck. Unlike the smooth, painted, and shiny prosthetic that many U.M members in the west used, his arm looked more simple and rustic, even with some exposed pistons.

[color=0072bc]Anyways, how am I doing? Well, pally, I'll tell ya. I had a bad job and got roughed up, but you should see the other guy, some Drekka cleaner probably wants me dead, and my next payment is delayed. I'm doing fine.[/color] He said, all with a smile, apparently taking his problems with stride, or at the least putting up a front.