Quentin looked up from his paperback at the sound of his name. He raised his eyebrows, wondering for a moment if this was the student he was supposed to be tutoring. He'd heard she was very smart, just that her former schooling lacked the same subject material that her peers had had in their US-education. So he was going to help her play catch-up. Seemed easy enough.
"Yes? You must be Mary," he said then motioned for her to sit down opposite him at the table in the library. He put a bookmark in his novel, then slipped it into his bag. "Welcome to the United States."