Quill grunts as she pulls away the large, wooden boards she'd set up infront of her base's entrance before she headed out. She speaks to you as she hauls them away, wanting to make a little small talk to clear the air.

"Sorry if I came off as rude earlier. I was just suprised, and panicked, and... y'know." She trails off awkwardly. Honestly, you didn't mind. You're just happy you're not dead. Quill had saved you from an infected earlier that day, having rushed you away just before the vile thing lurched at you. She did yell at you after, but, eh, water under the bridge. She did save your life, after all.

She pushes open the door of her base, waving you inside, and you close the door behind you once you enter. She flicks on the light to the room, and surprisingly, the electricity works, a singular lightbulb blinking on.

"It's not much, but it's home. For now. I'm Quill, by the way. Quill of Center Ring!" She holds out her paw for a handshake. Her curly fur brushes lightly against your wrist as you accept it.