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Quinn nodded, and then he hesitated, and then he realised that this man might need more information than that. So a veritable waterfall of words spilled forth, and Quinn was unable to hide the slight Irish lilt to his accent. "Uh...hi. You're Spectre. You know that. Uhm....I'm Quinn. Deirdre said you might be weirded out because you don't know me and she said someone did mean things so she says you can ring her if you want because she knows me. And I won't do mean things. Did I say I was Quinn? Yes. I didn't say what I wanted, did I? Erm...is Mal here? I know him. Oh right! Flynn. Apparently." Quinn cleared his throat and then he made quite a miserable face and he over at Spectre as if pleading for help.