[Quentin has been doing his level best not to think about it, and now stares at the back of his hand with a worried look on his face.

This is reaching cult-levels of weirdness. Tattoos?

He takes her hand, shaking it.]

Quentin. Coldwater. From New York, because somehow I feel like I need to mention that? That I'm not really from... anywhere around here. And I really wish I knew where here was, besides a creepy house. Where... are you from?