Well, that raised more questions than it answered, but fine, answers were secondary. For the moment it looked like Quinn wasn’t going to combust from panic, which was at least something. As for her parents’ absence, and that odd bit about sneaking out—it was beginning to sound a bit like she was dodging a grounding. 

Fair enough, Besca thought. If she lived in a place like Hovvi, and got grounded from the biggest social gathering the town had ever seen, she’d probably have snuck out too. 

“[color=gray]Well,[/color]” she said with a shrug. “[color=gray]You didn’t put down any contact information, so, looks like even if I wanted to rat you out, I couldn’t.[/color]”

She folded up the sheet and put it in her pocket, then got up from the desk and stretched. “[color=gray]God. You know, I’ve been stuck in these rooms all day—they’re kinda stuffy, right? Been wanting to get out into town but, honestly? You’re right. The dock’s crowded, the streets are even [i]more[/i] crowded. So I was thinking about heading down to the marina, actually. I’ve got some friends down there fixing to head out onto the lake, go fishing, relax on the water. I don’t think anywhere within a hundred miles of here is necessarily [i]‘quiet’[/i], but it’s probably as peaceful as it gets.[/color]"

Making her way around, she opened the door up and nodded to her. “[color=gray]Not a big boat, if I recall, but plenty of room if you wanted to come along.[/color]”