She continues patting around until she locates her pack, eyeing X curiously. Smart kid. Grace can't help feeling a little amused.

"Quid pro quo, huh? All right, I can work with that," she says, sticking a cigarette between her lips. Now, to find her lighter. "I'd study it. If you're asking if I plan on eviscerating it, I don't. I'm more interested in what their habits are than what they're made out of."

For now, anyway. "You don't mind me gathering samples, do you?"