Quinn doesn't need to check and see who it is. Like the other two, having their little rescue squad back together reassures her that shit isn't totally fucked. Hopefully. She doesn't even open her eyes as she shifts, finding a way to position her body where she can feel both sets of shoulders against hers.

"Their poker faces are fucking impressive." Leo gets a little wave, and as she speaks, she can feel small paws on her legs, then stomach, then chest. Apparently Goosey had tired of trying to hunt the cot's bottom side and come up to greet the newcomers. The kitten provides a different kind of reassurance (a fuzzy one), and she picks him up. She's only had the cat for a couple of months but she seems to have taken naturally to it (more specifically, this it). She buries her face in the fur. "Not a single smirk when I told them I tried to check a ghost's pulse. Nothing."