Though it was far from safe for someone to go off alone, especially someone with no defense skills at all, Quinn couldn't refuse the beauty of the waterfalls nor the solitude they provided. It was strange. Back home, Quinn hated to be alone, particularly because it provided ample amount of time to think and being popular for a good portion of high school helped to keep those demons away. Unfortunately, Quinn found she was far from popular here. In fact, she was rather isolated, often alone, and an outgoing personality faded under the guise of one much more solitary and quiet. She was not a fan of it, but considering her severe lack of survival skills and capability of being an use in that area, Quinn couldn't be surprised. Unlike high school, college, and the general outside populace, this place was not built on looks alone. There had to be a whole lot of strength and physical prowess. While Quinn was plenty fit, perhaps more than a normal woman her age, it was nothing compared to a jungle and...a severe lack of tampons. No pom poms, no short skirts, and high ponytails could save her here. Truthfully, since Santana departed, she felt rather...out of her depth. Out of her league or whatever and Quinn hated to feel like that. She'd worked so hard to not doubt herself and to have it fall apart...it was annoying.
At the same time, she loved this place. The island was enchanting, like a fairy tale, and she had to admit, it was difficult to refuse the exotic plant life and the sound of splashing water. Even the tropical birds had their moments of gratitude from Quinn. It was a vacation...in a way. A scary vacation, but one she couldn't regret allowing herself to venture on. It was an opportunity to learn to be stronger, not just physically, but mentally and Quinn couldn't refuse a challenge. Hadn't she learned to be alone? Especially during her senior year. So long ago, she'd believed her entire life had to be defined by someone else, many someones, but Puck did clear it up, didn't he? He told her she would escape Lima and she did, but she had to wonder if it was all her own doing or if that mischievous former football player didn't have anything to do with it. How did the cause of so much pain end up being a spark for her to live again?
Pushing her increasingly long blond hair behind her shoulders, Quinn headed for the falls. She'd made sure to indulge in a decent meal before going; there was, after all, no telling if she could come back. This island proved to be a double-edge sword. A few steps and she was there, kneeling at the water's edge and eager to splash the cool drops upon her face. So refreshing, so cool. Quinn gathered another small pool of water, splashing it upon her face, before looking up. It was rare that one found another at the waterfall, but tonight it seemed different. There was a figure, not far from her, and Quinn stood. She didn't recognize him, but that meant nothing. New and unfamiliar people were showing up everyday. Curious, the blond took a few steps, careful to keep herself from striking distance.
"Uh hey," she offered, unsure what the brief, but vague remark might mean.