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”Ahhh so you’re as wise as you are charming.” Quin said, laughing, when Nate refused to give her any information about other ‘Southern Gentlemen’. It was a shame, the redhead thought, this much flattery from all sides would have its charm…at least for a while. Still, Quin smiled, ”I guess without information I’ll just have to make do.”

He spoke about the date, and Quin nodded her head, ”I’m off work tonight, so that should be…” her word trailed as her phone rang. Quin was one of those people who had ringers set for every person in her phone book, and she knew this song.

”Uh…hold on a second. It’s my partner.” she said apologetically. This wasn’t a call she could simply let go to voicemail.

”Hey…” she said, then started nodding.

The conversation didn’t go on for long, and when Quin hung up the phone, her face was set in a slight grimace. ”I’m sorry about that…but, I’m going to have to go into work.”

”I might still be able to go out tonight, but it would probably be later.”

”Work.” Quin said without a moment’s hesitation. ”There were opportunities here that I couldn’t find anywhere else.” The words were true, but there was omission there too. Quin knew that some guys found it intimidating that she was a cop. Some downright disliked the fact. This day was going too well to risk ruining it quite yet, so she stayed vague.

”I saw something in New York that interested me years ago, and I got a little obsessed.” she admitted. ”It’s the curse of a Sagittarius. Once we set ourselves on a path we can be single minded. Arrow to a target and all that jazz. I wanted it, and I’ve almost got it.” She finished, chuckling a bit at herself and her enthusiasm. MRC was cool though. So very cool, and the fit was perfect.

”So. You think I’m cute?” she said, with a broad grin to direct the conversation away from professions…and because flirting was far more fun than talking about work.

”Indiana.” Quin replied easily when Nate turned her question back around on her. The thought made her smile, ”My parents still live there…” And that was almost true. They still lived in Indiana…but her dad had just retired from his job at the local Community College, and her parents had moved into a good old-fashioned commune. It was fascinating.

”Went to college at Northern Iowa.” she said, gesturing to the purple and gold shorts she was wearing. ”Lots of willow trees and lakes though…and no cities to speak of.” It had been nice…but this was where she belonged.

”I’ve never been to the Carolinas, but I’ve heard they’re lovely.” she said, not wanting to drag the subject on too long. ”But you said you’re new in town so you’re probably sick of the subject.”

”Where are you living in New York?”

X….Communicator. The slight scowl went full on, at the words and the redhead fought the urge to turn around and walk away. She was curious though, and the Asian guy was yelling and grabbing her by the arm and Quin was just shocked enough that she followed, albeit a bit reluctantly.

Once they were outside the range, Quin pulled the protective gear off her head and plopped a fist on her hip. ”I should have guessed as much.” she said just a bit meanly and shook her head when he pointed out that they needed to find a phone somewhere because he’d missed the call.

”Stay.” she said, holding up a hand and pulling out her cellphone.

A few moments later, she hung up. ”Some kind of mutant melt down in a park.”

She smirked in the X-Man’s general direction. ”But I guess they’ll have to settle for MRC since the X-Men missed the call.” she said, ”But you can ride along if you promise to stay out of the way.”

”A…pink…elephant.” Officer Archer repeated as the pen she was holding dangled from her fingers and she looked at the witness with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes! It was pink! And…and….it had this sharp teeth like an alligator!” It came out in a rush, and the words were slightly slurred. The witness was sloshed, and of course Ashton had sent her to do the interview. Yes the information was important…in fact it was really important. This was the first time they’d had an eye-witness to corroborate anything that was happening with these murders. People were getting eaten, and nobody had seen a thing…until now.

”You’re SURE that’s what you saw? It wasn’t just someone heavy…maybe wearing a pink shirt? Maybe their teeth just looked sharp.” the redhead said, trying to keep her patience.

“Look…I know what I saw, and I’ve seen it before. It was a Pink. Elephant.” The drunk screwed up his face in thought for a moment, then the lightbulb turned on, “Like in Dumbo! When he drinks the booze! There’s bubbles, and all those pink elephants! And the creepy song! You know...the elephants on parade?" There were giggles then, drunken ones. Wow.

”Dumbo. Right.” Quin said, shaking her head and making notes in her steno as thunder rumbled in the distance. This was going to be a long night.

"Oh." The drunk said, once she'd gotten her giggles under control. "It was wearing a parka too."

Well Lah-de-dah. Quin had a flashback of the time she’d watched Gone With the Wind with her parents as Nate grabbed her hand and kissed it. He was doing well, she hadn’t even had a momentary urge to pull her hand back, and her cheeks were curiously pink. Quin played it off though, and grinned, ”It’s a date…and, you’re off to a good start.” she pointed out.

He wanted to see another spot, and Quin made a show of tapping her lips with a finger while she thought. Where was she going to take him? There were lots of cute little spots, but she didn’t want to go anywhere too cliché.

”I know of a pretty lake.” Quin said, ”If you’re interested in more scenery. It’s by 102nd st.”

Nate liked the view, and Quin smiled a happy little self-satisfied smile. While he looked out the window, the red-head took a moment to study the view inside the tower. She’d seen the park before, and hadn’t really had a chance to look over her companion. That Nate was good looking, there was no doubt. He was of a height with her, but Quin had gotten over such things as height years ago. (It narrowed the field too much to be picky)

He turned and the red head jerked her eyes away, lest he realize she was staring. Nate spoke, and when he said that maybe he ought to keep her around, Quin’s eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline.

”Maybe?” she said, with a mild scoff in his general direction.

”Well maybe I ought to find a more grateful tourist to show the sights.” she added, wondering if the fact that she was grinning took away from the effect of her scolding.

Propping a shoulder against the wall next to the window, Quin decided to give him a chance at redeeming himself.

"Or you could just admit that I'm the best tour guide ever."