So far, so good, concerning his week that is. Having been recruited by a university to receive some superhero-training, Q’s popularity on campus rose as he met new people and made new friends. Walking home from another bout of heroing, the night air-quiet as it already was-is shattered by a scream [or screams, to be more accurate]; he freezes in place turning in the general direction of the scream. ”Sounds like trouble..!” He admits before tossing his soda can to the side and taking off in a blur. Sadly, he did not know precisely where those screams were coming from the high buildings and open space made for quite an echo.

He spent the next minutes looking literally everywhere until…

Found it! Huh…? Standing at the mouth of the an alley where the sound originated from, he is met with a sight for sore eyes. A girl and a man who looked like he’d seen better days lying on his stomach most uncomfortably. Quentin gave all this a quick examination before realizing this 'girl' had beaten this man; he folded his arms and uttered with a boyish grin.

”Not the best way to get a second date hun…’less he’s into that then, I’d have to recommend a good psychiatrist.” Cuz if you liked getting beat up in dark alley, brother, you were a few shy of a picnic! At any case, his presence was rather obvious thus he didn’t say any more on the issue; and if she recognized his defiant posture for what it was, then she was doubly aware of his reasons for being here.

To layeth the smacketh down.