"I will, yeah." When she could fathom the idea of leaving the apartment, at least. "But I'd rather meet her here than at work, you know, me knowing who she is and she not knowing who I am. That would be awkward." Speaking of work, she'd have to find a job eventually. But that could wait...a bit.
Quentin's response settled the non-conversation about the past, and Renee was happy that she didn't have to hash it out, because he was even less eager to talk about it than she was. She supposed seeing it happen had been a lot worse on him than just hearing about it from someone else after all.
"What would a seagull want with us? We don't even have fish!" She exclaimed. When the voice resounded around her head, Renee gasped audibly, covering her mouth with her hand. She wanted to tell her brother that no, she had not heard anything, or alternatively, that she was going crazy; but if she was, then so was him because it seemed that Renee hadn't been the only one to hear it. Instead of answering, mouth still agape, Renee simply nodded.