Quinn honestly didn't gather much of what she'd said. It wasn't easy, keeping up with her bubbly babble with it's unfamiliar language and even odder Guatamalan dialect. He shook his head but he jumped and wrapped an arm around his middle when she elbowed him in the broken ribs. "Ouch!" he said breathlessly. "Carful. Ribs. Broken." Why was it that the smallest bump knocked all of the breath out of him? It was ridiculous and it was getting seriously old. "No touching," he said, reverting backto English.
The only thing out of all of her babble that he had clearly picked out was Noah's Arc. "You think we're here to repopulate?" he arched a brow at the dark haired girl curiously. He figured the word 'repopulate' would be beyond her grasp of English so he tried again. "Um...children. You think we're here to have children?" He'd already mentioned this idea to a few other people, that they were supposed to start a new civilization. That's why they were arriving one or two or three at a time. They could slowly grow that way. If, say, the whole population of Jersey had arrived, they'd be eating each other or dying of starvation in no time.