<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/23blonde3_zps656a14ef.jpg)</div>Grace glanced over when Bren came in, but immediately went for the bathroom.  It was something that Grace remembered she should have done - she was already leaving a wet mess - and resisted the urge to curse over it.  Too late now with half the booth already soaked over.<br/><br/>She tried to push off from the seat, but the sheer adrenaline and grit which had gotten her here from that dark alley had already faded.  For now, she was going to stay right where she was in the booth.  At least the chill kept her from aching for the moment.  If she was lucky, nobody would notice her injury well enough to ask her what had happened.<br/><br/>Once Grace had dealt with a problem, she was more or less able to leave it behind her.  Some would brag about slaying monsters, but Grace had little interest in even discussing it.  Nor did she have nightmares about supernatural creatures; the only monster in her nightmares was herself.