"[color=ffe63d]Don't worry too much. I think I'll be okay. But I'll call you if I need to for sure.[/color]" She pulled out her phone and waved it a little, showing off that she had it on her.

Time passed, and they kept up their celebratory night, though Quinn was markedly less...effervescent. Her smile wasn't as pronounced, she was clearly worried about something. But even so, she was smiling.

Before too long, though, they'd made their way through most of the cake. Quinn wanted to go to bed, but she was antsy, and she needed to do what she felt was right. So she stood from the table, walked around, and hugged both of them tight. "[color=ffe63d]Thanks. Thanks a lot.[/color]"

Then she cracked the fridge open and slid out the cake, placing a fork with it on the plate and carrying it like a baby animal. Then she headed to the door, waved one more time, and headed out again.

Aerie station had a different feeling in the evening for sure. Most people were off work by now, and the sunset was so pretty that a whole gaggle was gathered in the observatory, and a bunch more milled around in the plaza, relaxing, laughing, drinking. Just like before, things quieted a bit as she passed and people watched her go by. She hoped it wouldn't last too long, it was starting to feel a little weird.

She'd never been to the holding cells, but she knew where they were. The narrow and spiderwebbing corridors on the lowest floor of the station led her down into the guts of the place. There were very few people here, and everything echoed as she walked along the metal and concrete. Before much longer, she came to a heavy steel door with two guards standing in front of it.

They looked at her quizzically as she approached, at the slice of cake she was carrying, and frowned. "You shouldn't—"

Her voice was a little sharper than she intended as she interrupted, "[color=ffe63d]Let me in. Now.[/color]" As an afterthought, she added, "[color=ffe63d]Please?[/color]"

The guards shared a glance, looked back at her again. A heavy sigh bounced about the hall. "Alright. Don't stay too long."

She nodded at them, then opened the heavy door. It wasn't too dissimilar to the door of a skullport, really. She hesitated for a moment, turned, then slid the door closed behind her, leaving it just the littlest bit open. Hopefully they wouldn't close it.

They did, and she jumped a little as it slammed. It was still so quiet as she passed by rows of darkened cells, doors opened, turned into storage. The one at the very end had a light on, and she could faintly hear breathing. She stopped, the tap-tap-tapping of her footsteps cutting off. She closed her eye, breathed deep. One. Two. Three. Roaki was [i]not[/i] going to be happy to see her. Absolutely not. But...she was here anyway.

She walked the last few feet, then turned to the barren cell, sat down in front of it, and placed the cake delicately next to her before looking forwards.

"[color=ffe63d]Hi, Roaki.[/color]"