<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>"You mean the stuff the Europeans play? Yeah, that was pretty big, I guess." Gracie retorted as she fiddled around with the laptops on display. The one she had tried were all no good, and so the blonde moved over to another display, intent on trying those too. "No, no one waiting for me... just me and Toffee in the apartment." Gracie sighed, her shoulders slumped ever so slightly as she spoke.<br/><br/>As for the man's suggestion regarding the batteries, Gracie decided to take two boxes and left the rest on the counter. "Can't carry too much, I have a lot on me as it is, she said, motioning to the are where she had left her bag and bow. "All those batteries won't do you any good if the weigh you down and end up in you getting eaten." She added, speaking matter-of-factly. Casting a glance over the contents of James' bag, Gracie managed a little shrug of her shoulders. "Good for you, I guess, those should keep you going for awhile." She said.<br/><br/>A grimace spread across Gracie's features, as the frustration of waiting began to wear on her nerves. Finding a corner of the store, Gracie plopped herself down on her bottom and leaned against one of the display cabinets, staring out of the window at the hordes shuffling beyond. Toffee sensed the dark change in her mood, and padded over to Gracie, laying his head in her lap. As she stroked the back of Toffee's neck, Gracie knew that she had to make a move before it got dark, and attempt to get back home. Trying to do so without the benefit of daylight was probably suicide.