Holy shit! A redhead!

And so we discover still more about our strange friend Quin. Namely, that he seems to be a boob man. At least, that's what I'm guessing from the direction of his gaze in the second panel. Either that, or he's shattered the fourth wall and is gazing directly at the mangaka-style note Sarah tossed in to identify our new character in her introductory appearance. Me, personally? I think Occam's Razor applies. He just likes his ladies buxom. And there's nothing wrong with that.

As I've mentioned before, I'm trying to follow certain self-set rules about conservation of characters in this comic. Mandy was originally a drastic violation of those rules, existing solely for the purpose of a single off-the-cuff joke and nothing more. She was meant to appear of a sudden and disappear just as swiftly. But, since I've seen her in the flesh (and my goodness, there does seem to be quite a bit of it--flesh, that is), I've realized that I simply must make more use of her than that. I don't know what use that will be, quite yet, but rest assured that you will see more of Mandy and her ginger pigtails in future.

In other news, I can't wait until Monday. My first actual, for reals paycheck from my new job comes through that day, and I will suddenly be free to buy frivolous luxury goods and fine lunches, like the complete box set of Gurren Lagann and chicken strips from IHOP. It will be a glorious day, as it will see me released from the shackles of my postgraduate poverty and plunged into a veritable silo of money. I'll have to restrain myself, as the cash I receive that day will have to carry me all the way through next month (which means it's what I'll be buying Christmas presents with), but after all the time and effort I spent getting, learning, and retaining my new job--well, I think I've earned a smallish spending spree, eh?