Noticing Eliza, Grace gave the younger woman a gentle smile. Even if she didn’t show it, she was always glad to see each person alive and well. The remaining living humans always made her day. “Oh, it’s a new day and I’m glad to be alive.” She admitted. “How are you doing, hun?” Grace questioned as she made her way up the stairs and unlocked the doors to the city hall. Grace motioned for them to follow her inside; leaving the door propped open for anyone else who might have business to conduct.<br/><br/>Grace listened to Ethan as he greeted himself and explained his past occupation and what had happened to his group. While the man spoke, she went about pulling the blinds up and allowing sunlight to filter through the building. Turning to face Ethan, she sighed. “Hun, I don’t care.” She stated bluntly. She didn’t care where he served and for how long. She didn’t care what happened to his ranks. What she did care about, however, was what he could offer right now.<br/><br/>Noticing the morphine, she glanced over at Eliza, who she knew would be dying to get her hands on that medicine. “Can you offer training to the younger men here? Most are just kids and they have no clue how to defend anything more than their egos.” She chuckled; shaking her head. “We can provide what you need in exchange for that and the medicine.” Grace offered. Sure, he would be useful while he was here, but if he trained a generation of teenagers, then his training would become useful even after he decided to leave.