His head was starting to spin a little with all of the rapidfire chatter in Spanish but he didn't want to tell her to shut up just yet. Shehad a pleasant timbre to her voice and she wasn't hard to look at. She was also sort of nice, so he couldn't exactly tell her to fuck off as he would have (and had) to Payne and Olivia. It wasn't that Quinn hated women. He just knew their tendancy to lie to get their way, which he could actually respect. It was that most women could outbluff a dude until the cows came home. That was it, essentailly. Quinn didn't like mysteries, he liked to have things figured out. Women were just a big bundle of mystery and that made him nervous. So he chuckled and shook his head, playing this out a little longer. "No girl. Women in Las Vegas have terrible taste." he flashed her his best grin which was getting less maimed by the day.