Quinn had frowned, trying to follow her Spanish explenation but just as he was shaking his head she switched to English. "No one knows," he agreed, unwilling to comment on God. That wasn't someone he had much, if any, faith in. He believed in luck more than God. A thoughtful look stole over his splotchy, stubbly face. "I think I would be angry, if I knew the reason." he tried that thought out on her. "I would...know? No...feel?" Quinn bungled his words a little bit. "More hurt, like someone was attacking me, if they..told us why." He wasn't sure if she would understand that. It was also pretty out of the box for Quinn to discuss anything about what he might or might not be feeling at any given time. Especially with a young woman. However, he'd spent most of his days here sitting under this tree by himself, watching people come and go. More than anything, he was probably glad for someone who wasn't a total freak to talk to.