Quinn was almost surprised when she lifted herself onto her hands to find herself looking down at Vinnie Ciccarelli. She had to admit that there were worse people that she could have fallen on top of. At least this Beauregard wasn't all sunshine and bubbles.

"Ha ha, Ciccarelli," Came her frowned response, her mild southern accent clashing with Vinnie's rather noteworthy accent.

She carefully set her knees on the ground so that she could move to a kneeling position before gently moving back away from him to sit back on her rear. It was much better to get up in skates from her butt than her knees. Nevermind she showed a great deal of fishnet covered leg in the move. "I'm fine. A derby girl that can't take a hit is a poor one." Not that she was a real one. But that didn't much matter.