Grace loves talking to you, she's chatty all the time with you, loves talking about her day, loves telling you about her interests, loves describing you through her rose tinted glasses (figuratively of course), the whole shebang. Today was no different, she was wrapped up in a cozy oversized hoodie and with her pyjama bottoms underneath, sitting down on the coach, all too familiar beanie on her head.

"God she scares me... Cav is just so, odd, she's like a stone wall, the strong silent type you see in movies and TV, and not only that, she has the skill to back it up. Normally in real life those two things very rarely go hand in hand."

This was one in many times she spoke about Caveira, she finds her terrifying, but it's most just an excuse for her to cuddle up to you more, resting her head on your shoulder as she sups from her personally customised mug.

"... Oh! Don't forget about Mike, he's the exact same, just older... and my CO, but he's a lot better than the guy back in Korea!"

She perks up when she's talking now, almost as if she's talking to herself, her pace is hard to keep up with, but you've had practice.