Quinn hadn't been expecting to run into Jane Lane; the last time she'd seen her was at the funeral, and they'd barely spoken except to exchange brief condolences. It was bound to happen sooner or later, though, and perhaps it was fortunate that it happened at the pizza place; they sat across from each other, not saying anything. A single, brief moment of eye-contact said more than words ever could; Jane needed a Morgendorffer to complete her, and Quinn needed someone older, wiser than she, to be there for her. They were to each other salve for the same wound.