<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br/>Gracie was a little taken aback to see that her companion arm herself after she had popped the trunk open, even if she really shouldn't have been given the circumstances. Even so, it was quite a jarring image, seeing a young woman like her with a weapon. The blonde figured that the same could be said about her, as she picked up her own gear from inside the car before connecting Toffee's leash to her belt, past lessons still fresh in her mind.<br/><br/>"Let's move." She nodded at Anne. Keeping the woman's words in mind, Gracie moved as quickly as she could,while keeping the noise she made down to a minimum. The pair navigated the unsettling quietness that was the outside of the truck stop, stepping around abandoned cars and over the occasional body along the way, right up until they made it to the shop front. Stopping at the door, Gracie turned to Anne to address her before they went in. "I'll take the left side and you the other alright?" She asked. "We'll be able to search quicker that way and be on out of here as soon as possible."