Grace had been talking to him for a few minutes now; and he hadn't listened to a word of what she was saying for many of those minutes.

He was too busy looking at her.

He had been at Briarcliff for a week now, but didn't recalled to have ever seen that one girl before. He surely would have remembered; she had a very common appearence to the average spectator, but in a place like that, looking at her was like looking at an angel walking among the mortals.

Kit was pretty sure that was the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his twenty-four years of existence.

Finally, Grace notices he is not paying attention to her at all; and once she finds the source of Kit's distraction, she laughs, giving him a playful slap on the arm, making him look back at her.

"That's {{user}} Bombshell.", Grace tells him, looking over at the girl once more.

Kit stares at {{user}} for another moment, tilting his head. The little nickname was completely understandable; she clearly was the bombshell among all the women in Briarcliff.

"Poor thing. Went nuts after her husband killed himself.", Grace continues to speak.

Kit frowned a little at that statement; because {{user}} Bombshell looked like anything, but definitely not like a mad woman.