Quinn sighed again, but this time out of nerves. This... was such a strange question and he still wasn't sure how to phrase it. "Um, well.... how... um..." He trailed off, his face reddening out of embarrassment of looking stupid. "H-how did you.... know that, um.... you.... er.... that you were—or, er, weren't? How did you know you weren't.... um.... regular? Well, no, that's... that sounds... wrong.... um..." Quinn groaned with frustration. He wasn't sure how to properly express what was going through his head. "You, like... you have people calling you he but you also have people calling you they so like... what... how.... how did you know that... that that was, y'know... you?" He decided that that was where he would stop trying to speak because that was about the best way that he could find to articulate what he wanted to know. He did not look Nem in the eyes because his face was still burning and he hated that he would have to be seen like this by one of his least favorite people.