Grace arches an eyebrow. "Yeah, no, I feel the same way. Of course, I have to be high to feel the same way, but."

Whatever gets her boat to float.

She backs off, pulling her glasses from her face. She could ask questions all night, but her work was interrupted, and she's aware their situation isn't the best for idle chitchat.

"So how fast are we talking?" This isn't idle. This is important. "When you heal."