<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, morning<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>The little movements of James' hands did not go unnoticed by Gracie, though she thankfully wasn't forced into dealing with an uncomfortable situation when the man pulled back. Part of her was tempted to just go it alone, but the girl knew that would have been a detriment to her already-slim chances of reaching her destination.<br/><br/>"Small-town Colorado, Aspen specifically." Gracie sighed, unable to stop herself from doing so at the mention of home. "There aren't all that many people there, and chances are they would have been able to keep everything under control there, if any of this crap even made it that far anyway." That was what Gracie hoped for anyway. The logic behind her reasoning was sound, with a population under ten thousand, she figured things were surely better there than they were here. And she'd been able to make it so far in a city of millions.<br/><br/>"So, I was thinking we'd leave today, once I get ready, get as far as we can and find some place to hole up before it gets dark, rinse and repeat until we get there, sound good?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.<br/>