Having managed to calm herself somewhat, Anne simply nodded in understanding and took a step back, giving Gracie some much-needed personal space. "Alright, then. If you want a co-pilot, or just someone to talk to, I'm in room 29." After the younger woman handed over however many pills she was comfortable with, Zeppo and his owner headed back toward the motel. There was something odd about Anne, and it wasn't just her enthusiasm to leave the safest place Gracie had seen since she fled San Francisco. It was something... familiar. The young blonde's memory hardly ever failed her, but there was an itch at the back of her head that she used to know this woman, or at least someone very similar.