<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, red checkered flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Gracie snorted a little at James' assertion that she should look into the future. "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," the girl said, sounding more than a little jaded. Gracie knew the chances of her ever seeing her family again were slim to none, and any future without them in it probably wasn't one worth planning for. Still, Gracie clung on to whatever little hope she had left, and it was enough to keep her going from day to day, for the time being at least.<br/><br/>At the mention of her being armed, Gracie's gaze flicked momentarily to where she'd left her bow - on top of one of the displays in the middle of the store. The girl turned her head and gazed out the window for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh. "Sure.. I guess." She began, turning her attentions back to James. ""As long as you help me carry anything useful I can find back to my car after."<br/><br/><br/><br/>