"I don't think he can stop him, I mean the reason I got involved was because I thought Anakin was going to kill him." Grace sounded tired when she said that, and then she took a seat at the table while she waited for Darius to get the ice for her throat. While she was waiting, Grace touched the marks gingerly. Well, hopefully they wouldn't scar; she didn't think they were that deep, just uncomfortable as hell.

Like everything else here other than the two of them it seemed like. Something told her that's how LACUNA wanted it.

"You'd think the stupid AI would want to give us something of proper medical supplies," she noted, "if only just to keep all of us in good testing shape." Grace was leading to something else, just taking a little bit to get there.