Quentin gets the message and smiles. There's been a shitton going on in his head and in this place recently, and it's all swimming around. He's making plans. It's all a wonderful distraction from his inner despair and depression, which is great. He's still in the safehouse for now living-wise until he and Eliot can get full-time jobs and move out, and it also makes it easier to say hello to people. But he's already looked into Red Wings as the place to work for the Displaced, so it's no hardship to end up there.

He spots Clark pretty quickly, he's impossible to miss, being so tall and statuesque. "Hey, Clark." It's nice that someone thought to reach out to him. He's usually surprised and delighted when they do; it's usually him who cares about others, not always the other way around.