<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>A quirky expression flashed across Grace's features at the way the man had introduced himself. She'd never heard of the name before, although clearly by the way he had spoken she had been expected to. She figured that he must have been a professional athlete of some sort, a world that Gracie had completely no interest in, much to the dismay of her father and brother. The girl found herself a little surprised at how James had noticed that she had a gun hidden away, though she supposed that her actions were not exactly quite that subtle.<br/><br/><em>"Did you check this place for shamblers .. zombies already."</em><br/><br/>The man had said. Releasing her grip on the gun, Gracie smoothed out her shirt and pulled her hand back from behind herself. "No, I didn't." She said simply, shaking her head. "It's a good idea though.." Gracie continued her gaze flicking towards the door that led to the rest of the store. A store which Gracie still had no idea in regards to the sort of business they did. The girl could only hope that they would have at least a small supply of food, not forgetting her reason for making this trip in the first place. The blonde shifted her bow from her left arm to her right, feeling the former starting to ache a little as the effects of the rush of adrenaline started to wear off on her body.<br/><br/>"I suppose we should go check it out?" She asked, fixing her gaze on James. Gracie hoped that the man would offer to go through the door first, making it easier for her to keep an eye on him, though if he didn't, she figured she could still rely on Toffee to warn her if he did try anything, even if he seemed to be more excitable than usual today.