Quinn looked at the younger boy for a moment, as if she was studying him. She was, in a way. She was trying to recall something - anything - her brother may have said about him. Wasn't he some sort of sociophobe or germ freak or something?

Well, there was one way to find out.

Neither one liked to be touched, so she naturally stepped in closer where he had backed up, and poked the boy's shoulder with her finger. "Tell me where my brother is, Brian."