Quinn gave a little nod.
"I know what you are," she said, glancing over at Emily. "I'm not going to hurt you - I only hunt those who murder innocent humans, and you don't seem like the type."
There was a pause.
Vil stared on in silence.
And then Quinn shifted, sticking her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. Vil could hear the crinkle of the wrappers as she tried to get them in better. "As for music, I'm going through a Panic at the Disco! phase."
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