[ she died and she still looks cute. ]

I, um, I got mauled. [ she shrugs, expansive, but its there in the slight tremble of her hand holding the glass, that she's still messed up about it. despite what she lived through on her wedding night, grace is unused to violence and death. ]

The house played this... I dunno, like a big game of Clue except people got murdered every round I guess? I went out in the first round, missed everything. [ she gestures to a spot close to the house. ] Right over there. Like I was a dead bird she left on the doorstep.