It could have been a bluff, the thing about calling Deirdre. Spectre had never seen this man before, but he seemed to know the right things to say. And he knew Flynn's real name. To know both those things was incredibly odd, but it seemed to indicate that he was on the level. Besides, whether this Quinn knew it or not, he wasn't alone this time. He did have the very capable Quinn with him, and Abby as well. This young man didn't seem to be a threat, so Spectre stepped back from the door. "I get the feeling I can trust you. Please, come in, sit down." He gestured through to the living room, then went to call up the stairs, rather than let Quinn out of his sight for too long. "Flynn? There's a young man here to see you. Name of Quinn?"