It was relatively early in the morning the day after the attack on the Plaza by the sludge creatures known as the Brood. The scene at Wing City hospital was a lot less busy than it might have been were it not for the timely intervention of a few individuals. Cináed had recovered entirely from his exertions the previous day, after which he had collapsed from exhaustion. The paramedics on the scene at the time had taken him to the hospital to have him checked for any unknown infections brought on by the fight, but thankfully the poor boy had just been tired.
The blonde teenager yawned widely as he made his way through the hospital lobby, stopping at the front desk in order to check out with the receptionist. After a brief conversation, everything was sorted and he turned to leave. He exchanged a final smile and a wave with one of the nursing staff who had been checking on him, and wandered out the front door... only to -- once again -- be greeted by the media. He let out a little sigh, running a weary hand through his hair. "Again, guys? C'mon..." he murmured, going unheard under the cacophony of yelling.
Quill pushed her way, with grit detemrination through the chaos in a chance that she could possibly make the scoop on a new story. It had been a while since she'd broadcasted, a couple of days maybe, but her green hair and dark eyes that framed her doll-like face appeared, once again at the front of the mob-like crowd.
'Cináed, Cináed, would you mind stepping with me for a brief interview?' she asked sincerely at the teen who had just appeared in the doorway.
Cináed looked at Quill with a raised eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. "That certainly sounds preferable to standing here trying to pick out questions from all of you..." he said, laughing, "Is there somewhere you had in mind, or..?"
'Anywhere that you find preferable? If there's somewhere calm and quiet you know of then please lead the way, otherwise we could head around the back' she thought about that last