Quinn blinked owlishly as she overlooked the hangar. Half from the sudden brilliant light with her pupil the size of a dinner plate, half from exhaustion, it was all a little...surreal. Not the least of which, well, the applause. The cheering. The people in hazmat suits surrounding her, bringing the cheering even closer--she couldn't help but grin when she recognized Tillie. It reminded her of that time she went down for the interview and all the fans were there waiting with signs of [i]Ablaze.[/i] Except these weren't fans--or, at least that kind of fan. These were people she worked with, people hat she talked to on a semi-regular basis since she started her daily visits. It brought a sudden surge of warmth to her chest. She took a few unsteady-ish steps over to the railing and waved out at the people down below, and the cheering redoubled.

And then, of course--

"[i][color=skyblue]Quinn![/color][/i]"

Quinn's exhausted eye sprang open as she spied her sister, and the fear that she'd felt down there--that she'd never see her again--once again was at the forefront of her mind. But there she was. A little rough, but [i]there she was![/i]


Tired as she was, she still whirled on her heel in a more coordinated feat than she usually would've been capable of, then bulled straight through the technicians and onto the lift. She hopped from foot to foot, suddenly filled with nervous energy that had previously eluded her after the adrenaline had dropped. She needed to be on the ground, [i]now![/i]

After what felt like [i]eons,[/i] she finally, finally stepped down on the hangar floor again. It had barely been a few minutes since she'd been here last, really; yet it felt like hours, days, in large part because of who was waiting for her. Largely ignoring the cheering onlookers, she jammed right through them as well until she eventually arrived at her destination.

Walking up in front of the injured Dahlia, Quinn felt an absurdly powerful urge to throw her arms around her and tackle her to the ground and never ever let go. But, again, she was injured, so that was right out. Instead, she walked slowly up to her and wrapped her arms tightly around her, weaving around and avoiding the shoulder and arm and burying her head in the opposite crook of her neck the same way she always did, if significantly more gentle.

"[color=ffe63d]I'm home.[/color]"

She was so happy she didn't even realize she was sobbing.