That was the kicker - no one asked for psychic abilities. At least, no one sane did, anyway. The telekinesis could prove itself useful every once in a while but the clairvoyance? Fuck that. All it had brought Quentin was a lot of heartache, and he never saw anything good in his visions, just death. Always death. At least he'd gotten there in time to keep from losing Calista, too, because he was convinced she was the only good thing in his life right now. For her, he'd do pretty much anything, including risking his own life to save her from drowning.
Taking a sip himself, he looked over at Renee. "You, not enjoying the spotlight? Hard to imagine that." Yes, Quentin remembered that his sister was Homecoming Queen. To be fair, he'd also been an underclassmen who was learning what happened when someone spiked the punch, so it wasn't like his memory was perfect. They hadn't talked about what had brought Renee here, not really. Somewhere their parents must be consoling themselves with the fact that their two disappointing children were together in the middle of a fucked up nowhere, rather than staying home and making their parents look bad.