Grace flashed him a smile, a surprisingly sweet one given the dark black lipstick clashed against pearly white teeth and pale skin. "Hi there, John," she replied softly, lifting her hand for a moment to give him the chance to shy away. When he didn't, and instead rolled his shoulder into her palm, she shifted closer and sat down on the ground next to him. "Jeez, you're freezing," she murmured, lifted her hand again just long enough to shuck off her jacket and drape it over his torso, enveloping him in a body warmed coat that smelled of vintage leather and Grace's favorite perfume, floral and mysterious, like a moonlit garden. "It's been a rough night, huh John?" she remarked, laying a hand on his shoulder and the other on his head. "Are you injured...or just hurting?"