Evita blinked at Quinn. "Am I?" she asked vaguely. She glanced at her palm as though examining a unique curio instead of a self-inflicted wound. "I suppose I am," she muttered softly. Automatically she fished around one of her drawers and got herself a bandaid. She felt like she was swimming through water. She had to get a hold of herself- it probably wasn't even the same guy. She took a deep breath, finally looking up at Quinn. "I'm fine. Really."
She sat down at the table, being careful to keep her hands under the table. "The name... Erin... It just brings up some rather... unpleasant memories." HA! Talk about the understatement of the century. Her hands starting shaking just at the thought. "Don't worry about it," she added, knowing even after having met Quinn a few days ago that he was likely to worry about her. But she couldn't think up any kind of lie that would better ease his mind, or allow her to ask questions about his friend. It still felt like she was walking through a fog. If it was the same Erin... Her frown deepened at the mere thought.