Quinn pondered the other's inquisition after her own story. "You want to know who did this?" he repeated the question then asking quite seriously. The expression and way he asked his next question made it seem like that was odd or weird, even. "Did you really love your family enough to wish to avenge them?"
Did she really love her family to the extent of being able to avenge them? What was the true reason she wanted to defeat these transgressions against her clan? She could not answer this question without first giving it some thought. Perhaps it was not her own family that she wished to avenge. If anything, this was a blotch to the pride of the Bradleys, and she needed to bring to justice those who would harm innocent people. Assuming that the enemies she had faced were organized, if they were able to invade a stronghold of an important weapon designers like the Bradleys, they were a dangerous group of people for sure.
Quinn could not allow this. Her future should be one of light, however, the festering group unknown to herself was simply a blight on the world that should be removed, even if she had to do such herself. She believed in her ability. She believed in her strength. After all, in a world which had suffered so much suffering and pain from war and strife as such, this was the least that Quinn could do.
"I cannot allow for this transgression to slide. The Bradley clan has been brought to ruin because of them. I must bring them to justice at any cost I can possibly give."
This much was true She could not allow these people to continue operating as such. This group was clearly dangerous if they would be willing to slaughter civilians without any disregard for what is "right" and what is "wrong", though subjective as these terms can be. After all, if they were the victors of this situation, then their word would truly be "just" and "fair". Quinn shuddered at this thought, but the validity of "history is written by the victor" is indeed a strong concept in society. After all, the Necosapians vilified the "humans" for being inferior, as did the humans, but the result favored the Necos, even if only slightly. therefore their justice reigns supreme.
"I don't wish for your pity, nor sympathy. I simply have a mission I decided for myself long ago, and I cannot allow this "obstruction" to prevent myself from progressing towards this "goal"."
Though not much for bravado or something similarly testosterone-fueled, Quinn valued simplistic designs and efficiency over all else. Though often designing things that appear "cool" to her, most of these constructs, like her Darius' Hammer, worked extremely well due to her own ability to produce something that can be both efficient and "cool" at the same time. This was also true in her philosophy on life. She wished for a simple, effective means to bring an end to strife and the like which has plagued her life over the time these individuals had appeared, and revenge against them seemed like the option to push forward upon. After all, obstructions must be removed in order to appropriately press forward with a "future forged in light".
Maybe she took after her dad a bit too much. She seemed to hold dear to the concept of a "future forged in light" through technical advancements, just as her father proclaimed during her youth and leading up to his inevitable downfall. This was not a trait she disliked particularly, however, she did seem a bit more "optimistic" during most situations. Or at the very least, she is not the sort to give up until a goal has been reached. One might be able to call such an action stubborn, but Quinn did not mind this. It was a trait which had pushed her designs further, never giving up at hitches in the road.
That was the moment she realized something was off. A draft had appeared and chilled her. For some reason, she was much colder than she normally was. Was the temperature outside a bit cold? It did not seem to change much from yesterday. This was strange to Quinn to say the very least, but she could not determine the cause of such.
However, she seemed to have forgotten to place on "appropriate" clothing in her haste for answers and was still in her "Night outfit", which was nothing more than the layer of her undergarments. Definitely unbeknownst to Quinn that this had taken place. After all, it was embarrassing for her to open up to a man like the "Abram's boy", it would not be something she would prefer to dress so scantly in front of the other, but here she was.
"E-either way, I do not know the reason for my actions, but I do desire to bring these individuals to justice. By the way, is it slightly cold in here for you?"