It took a moment to recognize her last name, but she stopped and turned towards the source of the noise. Raising an eyebrow, she chuckled softly and shook her head. “Please, it’s just Grace.” She dismissed. She enjoyed being personal with the residents of her city. “You’re quote welcome, Ethan. I’m always glad to have more people.” She admitted; continuing to walk as they spoke.<br/><br/>“Saratoga Springs, Utah.” Grace smiled. “North of us is Salt Lake City, and a few more miles north is Wyoming. We do runs to Salt Lake City for supplies every month.” Grace admitted. “Speaking of, I know you just got away from the mess...but your skill would be useful for our upcoming run. Would you mind going with? It’s not obligated, of course.” Grace wasn’t above asking people. If she waited for volunteers then no one would go.