She'll be ready to discuss it more then. Well, maybe not ready, but she'll remember that it's necessary.

"It's Max," she responds after a minute, taking a second to gather what she's taken out of the pack back into it, except for the shoes, which she slips on. "I can go now, unless I should get changed or something." She knows how important it is to blend in in situations like this. In truth, she's still feeling pretty unsteady, but it's nothing she can't push through. She'd much rather get out of here as fast as she can.

She looks a little dubious at Quentin's claim that she's safe, she certainly doesn't feel safe, but she does trust that he's not out to hurt her, or responsible for that had happened to her.

"Thank you," she finally says after another moment of regarding him.