For the past ten or fifteen minutes, Quinn had alternated sitting on her hands and pacing back and forth across the room at various intervals. She wasn't quite sure why Tillie coming to her room made her as nervous as it did; it wasn't even her [i]real[/i] room anyway, right? And yet somehow she found her stomach boiling inside her, and every silent minute that went by made it roil harder and faster. But at the same time, it wasn't a [i]bad[/i] nervousness, not really. Quinn wasn't too terribly used to the feeling of 'anticipation.' A pilot's lot was by nature unfriendly, after all, and her decidedly atypical childhood only compounded that. But it was the only word Quinn could think of to describe how she was feeling. 

Clothed again in her new dress—who could blame her for wanting to show off to Tillie?—she rechecked for the umpteenth time everything she'd gathered from the workstation that the Casobani had gifted her: pens and notebooks, reams of extra paper both blanked and lined, and of course the laptop computer, which lay plugged in on the new low dresser that now served as a nightstand. After the childhood she'd had, with no contact with anything outside her one small room, she was nothing if not a skilled typist. She'd tried to look up some stuff about modiology on her own so she could impress Tillie when she got here, but she didn't make sense of most of it and so she gave that up before long (not to mention she ran across a few papers with the names [i]Locke and Sansean Loughvein[/i] emblazoned on the front, and frankly didn't want to deal with it on her own). Satisfied again [i]for the moment,[/i] she sat back down, watching the stars swirling out of her window.

And then jumped a foot in the air with an [i]EEP![/i] as the silence was shattered by a loud and elaborate pattern of knocks, and her heart jumped into her throat.

"[color=ffe63d]C—coming![/color]"

She whacked the button and the door slid open, revealing Tillie, holding an intimidating-looking stack of books. Mouth suddenly dry, she let Tillie in and winced at the sound of that many books being plopped down. Those must be [i]heavy.[/i]

"[color=f26522]So! Uhm! Don’t be intimidated by all the material.[/color]" Quinn's lip quirked into a little half-grin. "[color=f26522]I didn’t know what you might be interested in so I just brought a bunch of different stuff. Actually, where [i]did[/i] you want to start? You don’t have to know anything specific, but if you have any vague ideas of what you might like to know, it’ll help me sorta, uhm! Steer, y’know?[/color]"

Quinn opened her mouth to reply, [i]how does my Savior work?[/i] But before any sound came out, Tillie finally seemed to notice what Quinn was wearing, and the half-grin turned into a full bright smile as she gave a gentle twirl. "[color=ffe63d]Isn't it? It just seemed like everyone on the Ange dresses so nice all the time, I wanted to fit in.[/color]" She paused a moment before adding, "[color=ffe63d]...And I never get to wear anything like this![/color]"

Another moment to bask in the glow of Tillie calling her pretty before she gave her head a little shake and focused back in again, sitting down on her bed and opening up her laptop before turning to ask her first question: "[color=ffe63d]Can you tell me how [i]Ablaze[/i] works? How did they turn it from a Modir to a Savior?[/color]"