"Hey, it's not my bench." Grace smiled a bit, just grateful that whoever this was, they weren't trying to start a fight, glaring at her like she'd just made a pass at their significant other, or crying. She heaved a sigh and rolled her shoulders, straightening from her hunch and leaning back to prop her forearms on the back of the bench. "It's just been a weird night, that's all. Looks like you've been through the ringer too, actually."