Quinn blinked a few times at the hand that was thrust down at her, staring first at it, then at Cyril, an odd, almost apprehensive expression on her face. Another blink or two, though, and she shook her head, grabbing his hand and letting it pull her to her feet. So these were the two siblings that had been there, the ones that were whispering to each other. She looked between them. It was kind of hard to believe they were actually siblings. They just could not be more different. And she couldn't really liken them to anyone—maybe Cyril was a bit like Tillie? He seemed energetic and friendly, but she didn't really know what to make of Sybil.

She winced as her back suddenly popped; a few assorted aches and pains were reverberating through her, and she grimaced as she felt a particularly tender spot around her collarbone where she'd smacked into the padding extra hard maybe twenty or so attempts ago, and just continued aggravating it with each further attempt. [i][color=ffe63d]That's going to bruise for sure.[/color][/i]

Another moment of silence before she realized that she was being rude just staring at the two of them and jolted. "[color=ffe63d]Oh! I'm—uh, sorry about that, it's been a bit of a long day. I'm, um, Quinnlash Loughvein—but you knew that already, I, um,[/color]" she grappled with her words for a moment more before she finished with a quiet "[color=ffe63d]You can call me Quinn.[/color]" She reached back to stroke her braid nervously, then suddenly realized it was feeling...loose. 

She looked down and behind herself, and her eye widened slightly when she realized her braid was already half undone. The elastic was gone. She must not have even noticed while she was bonking her face against the padding. It wasn't completely unplaited yet, but it was already starting to lower; she could feel it starting to brush along her thigh. This was not how she wanted to introduce herself to the station. Not [i]bad,[/i] just [i]awkward.[/i] A quick glance showed no trace of her hair tie on the mats.

She glanced back at the Derisas, with a kind of lopsided, hopeful half-smile. "[color=ffe63d]Sorry, really, it's not much of an introduction. But do either of you see my elastic anywhere? Or, maybe have a spare?[/color]" Another one of those silent moments as she started over towards the course to look more thoroughly, trying her best to keep her hair in some semblance of order so it didn't fall all the way down to her knees, as well as keep her eye mostly turned to them. "[color=ffe63d]It's, uh, nice to meet you! And sorry, again![/color]"