<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, morning<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Gracie rubbed her temple and let out a sigh of mild frustration, stemming from the fact that she didn't know if she could trust James' judgement. The blonde racked her brain, trying to recall any impressions she might have had of a building maintenance person but they were chopped and changed with such frequency that she could never really keep up with them all. Add that to the fact she seldom had any reason to require any help in the upkeep of the apartment and Gracie had really no idea Jim was talking about. "Alright... why don't you go down and get him then, and I'll meet you both at the entrance of the building once I'm done." She suggested, giving herself at least an opportunity to see who she would be dealing before she met him.