She took the stairs two at a time and nearly ran into someone who was coming up. Quinn instantly stepped back, pressing up against the wall. The guy looked over and smiled slightly. "Sorry," he said, his ruby coloured glasses glinting as they caught the light from the overhanging chandelier. Quinn nodded and his smile became more natural. "You're new right? Quinn I'm guessing? Professor Xavier told me about you."

"What did he tell you?" The guy held up his hands. "Easy," he said, laughing quietly. "All of it was good. He just told us that-"

"Who's us?" Quinn interrupted.

"Just a couple of the kids who've been here for a while." He held out a hand. "I'm Scott." Quinn shook it warily. "What do they call you, Ruby? Or Shades? Four-Eyes maybe?" Scott's smile twitched, as though he was trying to keep it there. "Cyclopes," he replied. Quinn snapped her fingers. "That was my next guess." Scott nodded once, slowly. "So what do they call you?" he asked. "Swan? Or maybe angel?" Quinn scoffed. "Angel? Do you see my skin?" She pointed to the blackness that covered her body, then indicated the thin white lines that she called her tattoos. "I'm more like a devil," she said.

"Do they call you Devil then?" he asked. Quinn shook her head. "Spawn?"

"Spawn?" Quinn guessed that Scott narrowed his eyes but she couldn't tell. His eyebrows scrunched together though so she could tell he was thinking. "They call me Nightmare, or 'mare for short," Quinn told him. His smile returned a little as he nodded. "Cool. Well it's nice to meet you. Can't wait to actually get to know you." Quinn nodded once. "Likewise Four-Eyes."

Scott, who had started up the stairs, turned back to look at her. "Don't call me that," he said firmly. Quinn smiled and turned her back on him, going down the stairs. When she got to the bottom she looked around, trying to figure out what to do now. She thought about Jake, and then about Caim, but then she remembered that they had gone out with Kurt. Mark was in the shower and she knew that he'd be a while so what else could she do? Walk around the mansion and probably break something or find something that she wasn't supposed to? She didn't want to risk that so she decided against it.

Her stomach made up her mind for her and she reluctantly headed back towards the kitchen, where she found two girls sitting at the island. One had long, wavy brown hair while the other had short brown hair with two white streaks in the front. The long haired one was reading Jane Austen book Quinn had never read and the short one was leafing through a music magazine Quinn had never even heard of.

Quinn stopped in the doorway, prepared to back out, but the long haired girl glanced up and spotted her. "Hi," she said. "You must be Quinn."

"Were you one of the people he told?" Quinn asked. The girl laughed and it was a happy sound. "I guess you've met one of the others then?" she asked. Quinn nodded. "Four-Eyes," she replied. The girl's smile fell slightly but the shorter haired girl smiled. "Scott," the long haired one confirmed. Quinn nodded. The girl held out her hand. "Jean," she said.

"Like the pants?" Quinn clarified, shaking Jean's hand.

"Yes," Jean replied. "Like the pants."

The short haired girl's smile seemed to grow with that comment. "This is Rogue," Jean said, gesturing to the smiling girl. Rogue looked up and caught Jean's gaze briefly before looking away. "I can introduce maself," she snapped with a southern drawl. She glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her heavily lined eye. "But ya, I'm Rogue." Quinn noticed that she didn't offer to shake hands and Quinn was glad. "What's your name?" Jean asked.

"You already know my name," Quinn replied. Jean smiled. "Yeah, I mean your other name though." Quinn ran a hand through her damp hair before sticking her hands in her pockets. "Guess," she said. Jean looked a little puzzled. "Um-"

"That was a joke. Four-Eyes tried, and it seems like you're smarter than him, but I doubt that you'd figure it out anyway."

"Is it Nightmare, or 'mare for short?" Jean asked. Quinn's eyes widened, but then she shook her head once and her face fell blank. "You can read minds?" she guessed. Jean smiled. "Yeah. That and a little more."

"A little more?"

"Take a guess at what." Quinn internally pouted and shrugged. "I don't guess," she told her. She glanced at Rogue out of the corner of her eye and noticed the girl's smile had grown a little. "Sit," Jean offered, gesturing at the empty stool that Quinn had vacated only about an hour and a half earlier.

"In a minute," Quinn replied. "I was going to make some coffee." She paused. "Do you guys want some?" Jean shook her head. "No thanks." Rogue didn't reply and Quinn took that as a no. So with a shrug Quinn started to make coffee.