"San Francisco!? I heard they got hit pretty hard." Anne was clearly awed and more than a little impressed to hear that Gracie had made it out of the place. The blonde supposed her town was in a worse state, considering how few survivors she met there and the lack of a safe haven like the one she stood in. When the topic of leaving so soon came up, Anne's eyes shot wide and she stepped a little closer. "Home? Where's home? I need to get out of here too." Noting how suspicious the desperation in her voice made her sound, Anne stepped back and took a breath. "I'm not in trouble or anything, It's just... I had a hysterectomy about a year ago and they never pick up the meds I need at the pharmacy. I mean, I understand that more life-threatening stuff takes first priority, but..." It didn't take a med student like Gracie to figure out that the woman needed estrogen supplements. She wouldn't die without them, but they would allow her to keep a form she obviously took very loving care of.