Quinn usually had a knack for hitting the road before the real brawls started. Any other month of his life and he would have appeared as slick as ever. What a rip off that he had to start his new life with such a pussy image. Lady Luck had certainly turned her cold, cold shoulder to him. He tried to keep up with her babble but ended up smiling sheepishly and shaking his head. "I'm sorry but I didn't understand much of what you said" he explained. His hand came up to just lightly press against the skin under one of his shiners which were mercifully fading. "My name's Quinn. And I made some bad men angry when I beat them at a game." He gave her a sheepish smile and lifted one shoulder in a mild shrug. "Gambling. So they beat me up."