Medical was quiet by the time Quinn arrived, but there had been a general, visible unrest in the station on her way. People in the commons were talking, muttering about Helburke, and Casoban. It was beginning to seem like relations were souring on Runa’s side of that partnership as well, though that could have just been the sentiments of the people who actually [i]worked[/i] with the CSC. 

Towards her though, the faces were all smiles, all respect. Quinn was still the golden girl of the hour. Whatever ill feelings extended into a particular room of the ward did not reach her, and it seemed like they never would. Quinn’s guilt over failing Roaki might be stuck in her mind, but it would linger in very few others. Whether they gave her to Casoban, Eusero, or Helburke, it wouldn’t matter. In a few weeks’ time her name would be forgotten. She’d be [i]Blotklau[/i], a footnote in Quinn’s own newborn legend. 

Perhaps not a comforting notion. 

Follen’s door was open, and he spotted her as she arrived. He had his feet up on his desk, scratching absently on a notepad in his lap, and when he saw her a big smile split his face. 

“[color=lightblue]Quinn, darling! Good morning. Please, come in, come right in.[/color]” He brought his feet down, set the notepad down before him, and gestured to one of the seats. “[color=lightblue]How are you feeling? Here for the eval? Well, let’s get right into it, shall we?[/color]”