Entering Doctor Follen's office was like stepping into a warm shower after a long, sore day, and Quinn immediately felt more at ease. The walk over was...weird. Being looked at like that was still so strange; she wasn't used to having any kind of notoriety. Of course, she was a pilot, but being nodded at by hangar staff occasionally was a whole different ballgame from what it was like now.

Closing the door (almost) and settling down in the seat, she found herself in a strange predicament. One that she'd been in only a handful of times that she could remember. She was [i]tongue-tied[/i] with [i]Doctor Follen.[/i] The question that she wanted to ask was stuck in her throat, and though she tried to force it out, the harder she tried the less inclined it seemed to be to emerge. 

So instead she diverted her attention with one of the [i]other[/i] things that had been bothering her. Deeply. Yesterday had been a whirlwind. She hadn't had time to think at all after being released, so she hadn't had time to thing of bad things. But now that things weren't so frantic, the guilt was beginning to seep back. So, she just needed to take it one guilt at a time. One that she'd only just remembered when she was already entering medical.

A part of her was aware that she was just diverting herself away from the real things that were bothering her, but still. This [i]did[/i] merit being said. And besides, the silence was growing too long, and Quinn had never been great at hiding how she was feeling. Her face had already twisted the same way it always did when she was thinking about something really unpleasant.

"[color=ffe63d]...I'm sorry I didn't do the dream journal.[/color]" A deep, shaky breath followed. "[color=ffe63d]Things got really busy and I just...forgot about it. I'll start one after today, I promise.[/color]"