Quinn watched Mark as he moved around the kitchen making himself something to eat. He had politely declined Jake's offer and Quinn knew that it was because Mark didn't trust Jake yet. Jake had finished his glass of milk before saying that he had to go find Caim to ask him something. Quinn didn't ask what the question was, but she could see a look in Jake's eyes that he wanted her to ask so that he could continue talking. Closing her eyes she rested her chin on her palm.

Usually she found people who talked a lot annoying but she actually didn't find Jake annoying. Maybe it was the liquor in her system or maybe she was getting used to being around people. She shrugged slightly and yawned, opening her eyes.

Mark stood at the stove, using a spatula to move around some scrambled eggs in a pan. "So," he said, catching her eye.

"So w-what?" Mark sighed and turned off the stove. "Are you going to stay?" he asked, pushing his eggs onto a waiting plate. Quinn bit her thumbnail. "I don't kn-know," she replied. Mark nodded and placed the plate where he was going to sit. "Alright." He glanced around the kitchen before looking back at Quinn. "You want something?" he asked. Quinn shook her head. "No th-thank you," she replied quietly. Mark sat down and slowly began to eat. "What do you think about Jake?" he asked.

"He's n-nice," Quinn replied. "He talks a lot but… I actually d-don't find it annoying. He's really…" She tried to find a different word. "Real." She laughed quietly and Mark raised an eyebrow. "How much did you drink?" he asked. She smiled grimly. "N-Not much. Two glasses last n-night and I only p-poured a bit in my c-coffee this morning." Mark nodded slowly. "Give me your water bottle," he instructed.

"I-It's empty." Mark narrowed his eyes and she passed him the bottle. "Is there a bottle in your bag?" he asked. She shook her head. "I p-poured it all into th-there." Mark nodded and took the bottle from her slightly shaking hands. With a quite sigh he began to ate slowly.

After several silent minutes Quinn spoke up, her voice steadier. "You're staying here right?" she clarified. Mark looked at her like she was crazy, but then his face went blank, his eyes harsh. "No. I traveled across the country to stay the night before running back onto the streets." Quinn glared. "I was just asking," she snapped. Mark rolled his eyes and ate the last bits of egg. "Yeah, of course I'm staying," he replied, going to the sink and turning on the tap.

"What's so great about this place?" Quinn asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Why? You thinking of staying?" Mark glanced over at him and Quinn caught a hint of hope in his dark eyes. She quickly looked away. "Don't jump to conclusions I'm just asking," she told him, voice flat.

"Ok," Mark mumbled. He poured a little dish soap onto a sponge and began to wash his dishes. "This place is great 'cause it's a safe haven for mutants, we can be ourselves here. You'd be able to walk around without your harness or wrap 'cause no one would judge you. We're also safe here, no one's going to attack us for being who we are." A small smile blossomed on Mark's face as he spoke. "Professor X also teaches us how to use and control our powers." Quinn nodded slowly and Mark turned to face her. "Are you thinking of staying?" he asked again.

Quinn looked at the tabletop and traced a line in the marble with her finger. She shrugged. "I don't know… maybe. Maybe not. I haven't decided, but I'll decided by tonight." Mark gestured out the back window to where the large backyard was. "Take a walk, think it over." He smiled. "The Institute'll be here when you get back." Quinn laughed quietly. "Not if you create a flamethrower and set the place on fire," she joked. Mark grabbed a tea towel and hit her playfully with it. "You wish." Quinn laughed. "Any other building but this, and yes," she replied.

As she left the room the last thing she heard was Mark laughing.