Grace smiled softly at his words. “You and my son would get along wonderfully.” She admitted. He was a soldier as well and shared the same beliefs as Ethan did. Grace was worried about her son, yet she knew he had the proper training to make it back home. He was tough and would find his way back home, so she wasn’t too worried. “We have SUVs. They can carry more people and plenty of space.” Grace explained. “We also fortified it to survive any hoard attacks. Four wheel drive and self patching foam for the tires.” She smiled.<br/><br/>“No, no, you rest tonight. There’s breakfast in the mess hall.” Grace pointed out. “Just make sure you’re ready by the end of the month. That’s fourteen days away.” She informed as they continued to walk. Grace raised an eyebrow before chuckling; shaking her head in amusement at his words. “You kids entertain me.” She mused. “Just watch yourself. She’s a spitfire.” Grace pointed out, though she expected Ethan already found out when he had been inspected for bites and wounds.