[If she could give anyone fortitude right now, it would be herself. Grace is existing off of the fumes of spite survival. If a bunch of satanists can't take her out, she'd be damned if this place did. But his retort did get the slightest bit of a curl to her nose. She isn't trying to be rude, but there seems to be two types of people at this party, people indulging in all it has to offer, and the people skeptical of it.
She wonders where he falls, though he seems sober. That's a good sign. Grace can't let her own guard down now, but she gives a nod at the mention of the prize.]
I doubt it would be something useful. [A weapon. A way out.]
Did I... what? [Because that's such an open ended beginning to a question, and she's not a mind reader. And 'did you mean to come here' is not something she is expecting to be asked. From the few she's encountered, most seem to be trying to escape.]
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She wonders where he falls, though he seems sober. That's a good sign. Grace can't let her own guard down now, but she gives a nod at the mention of the prize.]
I doubt it would be something useful. [A weapon. A way out.]
Did I... what? [Because that's such an open ended beginning to a question, and she's not a mind reader. And 'did you mean to come here' is not something she is expecting to be asked. From the few she's encountered, most seem to be trying to escape.]