Quinn's face cleared up considerably as Tillie backtracked and began to explain things again, and a little more clearly this time. [i]Ex nihilo[/i] just meant it came out of nowhere. Wasn't eaten by anything, wasn't summoned out of mini singularities: it just happened. It was an exceptionally strange concept for Quinn to wrap her head around; but then again, most things to do with Modir were a little tricky for her to wrap her head around anyway, that was just how bizarre they were.

And now she had to get in one, of course.

With the newfound clarity of meaning, Quinn made sure to write down everything important that Tillie said, so she could read back over it later. The fact that pieces chopped off of the Modir immediately melted was more than well known to her—she'd been on both ends of Savior-on-Modir combat enough times to know that, at least, if not too much more—but it  was still so [i]strange,[/i] she didn't get it in the slightest bit.

Modir, she decided, were [i]weird.[/i]

But then, out of nowhere, "[color=f26522]Maybe the Modir are secretly just big, nasty cans of soup![/color]"

Quinn couldn't help it any more than she could help breathing: at the sudden joke, she [i]burst[/i] out laughing. She wouldn't have found it funny in most situations; but here, now, filled with stress in a foreign country isolated from everybody—ALMOST everybody—she knew and loved? It was about the funniest thing she'd ever heard, and the release of tension could practically be HEARD independently in that frayed Quinnlash laugh. Her body, already leaning, went almost limp, and she just about flopped into Tillie as she laughed harder at the stupid joke than she had any right, and for longer.

When it had finally passed, she peeled herself off Tillie and sat up again, still choking back giggles. “[color=ffe63d]Sorry, sorry![/color]"

At length, it passed completely, and she exhaled a [i]long[/i] breath. "[color=ffe63d]It's just...been a long couple days, you know?[/color]”