Snippet #974536

"It's not as though you intentionally tripped to gain some sort of attention. There's much better ways to do that. Ignore them, though. Some people just don't know how to handle a situation. Staring is supposed to be a form of helping when all they do is make things worse." Head shaking with a sigh, Quin had backed to examine her work before letting out a sigh at her disappearing patient. After swiping up the last of the mess on the floor and napkins were thrown away, she went back for her own tray, balancing what had been Raziel's tray before setting it next to her own. "At least I can remake it. Poor thing, I hope he'll be okay." The comment was meant half for herself and half for Sophie, but Quin didn't think too much on expecting a reply.

She quieted down to work on both trays instead. Blueberry pancakes were put back on one before she added a side of strawberries and a banana to her own. When she had finally reached the syrup, though, her features twisted in dismay. Regular syrup never seemed that good, and as such, she found herself requesting some cinnamin, which was sneakily mixed in. Adding on an orange juice for both trays, a smile was wrought in self approval. It was a job well done if Quin had ever seen one. "Now, to find the mystery and save some him from poor health from skipping breakfast."

Grasping both trays and shooting an apologetic glance in the direction of the group she was abandoning, head tipped in apology before she scooted out of the cafeteria. Heading back in the direction of the rooms, her head poked into one after another before she finally used a foot in lieu of knocking at the one she assumed was correct. "Uhm, I can't hold these trays forever, and I know you're hungry. I got you orange juice. I do hope that's alright, as I'm not entirely sure if that's what you like or not. I hope you're alright. I've suffered far worse embarrassment in front of a larger crowd, though. So, there is no room to be ashamed or upset. Don't worry about the rest of them or anything they think. I'm Quin, by the way... Quintessence Llelwyn." Though she struggled a bit with keeping her pitch raised to be heard and maintaining balance on one foot for the knocking, Quin would've patted herself on the back if she could have. Maybe, just maybe, she had done good.

As for the bigger embarassment in a larger crowd, she knew full well the way that a trip or slip could land everyone staring. In her case, it had been more horror than taunting. Hurting an ankle had been her worst nightmare, but even worse than that was the man that had been there. The terror she had fully intended to escape one day -- and finally had. Though the memory of her last performance was filled with more bitterness than sweet elation, the thought of escape was enough to bring back the hintings of a smile to lurk on her face. 'I did what I promised you and what you promised me, didn't I? Didn't I?'