"Quinn," he replied before he took a swig from the flask. He closed his eyes briefly, welcoming the burn and the brief moment of warmth that the whiskey brought. Quinn had a high tolerance for alcohol most of the time, probably aided by his link to the Water element.
He handed the flask back, hoping that the lingering warmth would last for a bit before the ice chill of death seeped into his body once more. The young man looked at this woman for a moment. He wondered what had brought her out here so early and why she chose to sit next to him and share her whiskey.
"A person might want to get lonely," Quinn replied as his gaze returned to the water. Part of him was itching to go for a swim, to be completely submerged under the waves and to stay there for a while. But he preferred to do so when there was no-one else around.