<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br/>Anne's light touch threw Gracie off a little, and she had to force herself to remember to actually tighten her grip on the other woman's hand in order to shake it gently before releasing it. A slight bit of tension tugging at the blonde's waist alerted her to the fact that Toffee had not fully snapped out of his fit of playfulness, and Grace had to tap him firmly in the side with her heel, causing the dog to let out a throaty whine of frustration as he settled back down on his haunches.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to Anne, Gracie met the woman's inquisitive gaze and responded with a slightly confused nod. "Uh, yeah. Both, I suppose." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "I was living in San Francisco before I met the Nielsen.. siblings I think?.. and they told me about this place." Gracie rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I'm not planning to stay for long though. Going to head back home."<em>If there was one to head back to, that is.</em>She reminded herself bitterly.