<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Quinn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ace, Samuel<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">Quinn rolled her eyes a little as they walked past the little shuffle. Or, rather not walked but pushed their way through the crowd. It was irritating... she hated close spaces with a lot of people, even the dressing room before a performance with the company or even in the crowded placed her crew performed. She swore there was not this many people here before the message, of coarse she knew that more people had come from their homes to try and travel around to get to things they thought they needed. There was so much hectic things going and people were being oddly rude to one another it was hard to hear the other two talking behind her. Taking another inhale of her cig her body seemed to relax a little as they weaved through the crowd. Soon they would be out, and she would finally feel free again. Hearing the tail end of Ace's comments of the military she couldn't help but grin. A part of her loosened up on the haze she had over him now, but she could still never be too sure with military men. There was a reason that he had joined the military, and there was a reason that he had left. Just everything about the idea of the military and everyone involved always pissed her off and even made her suspicion sometimes. She let the thoughts of the military leave her mind, or as best as she could, as they were nearly out of time square and it seemed the crowd was easing at least a little bit. She sighed with relief as she felt like she could breathe a little bit. But, on the other side of things, she new it was New York, and it would probably be crowded everywhere.<br/><br/>Thinking of Sam's words, or what she could hear of them, her mind went into thinking of where to find generators. It was almost like a riddle, they weren't that easy to come by in the first place, but she was sure she would be able to find one or a few if she thought about it a while. <strong>"You can always throw idea's at me that you have, Sam. I just might not be able to give any sort answer that would measure up the caliber of your knowledge, but I can sure try to help."</strong> She sounded oddly optimistic. Which was odd for her. But, she knew that she would probably pose no help to him in the smart part of this endeavor, but it was giving her something to do, and she needed something to do. She was always a busy body, and this wasn't exception. If she had a chance to sit down and think about things she might go insane, and that just wouldn't be good for herself or for society. Suddenly a thought came to mind, and she almost paused in her steps, but remembered she needed to keep moving. <strong>"So, where exactly did you say we were going again?"</strong> She thought she remembered something about 93rd, and that would be good if he was headed somewhere that way. One of her dance crews that she had danced with were up by the Upper East Side/East Harlem area a while ago, and the place they used to dance at an have the parties and meetings and what not was always filled with junk like generators, tools, cars, and everything in between. She wasn't sure if it had been abandon yet or not, but she knew that a good majority of the junk would still be there.</div>