Grace’s brows are just going to go up to her hairline with that and she made a soft scoffing sound as well. “Yeah, us avoiding one another in something the size of a tin can isn’t something that I see happening for well for very long.” She’s just stating facts here. This place is too small for people who want to kill other people here. To small and there’s too few people.

“How long have you known him?” Grace couldn’t help but ask, because all of this is stuff that is just too personal for it to be not old friends or lovers or both.