As the instructor, his name apparently Duncan, went on, Gracelyn's mind drifted. The night last night had been weird for sure. It first started with finding her friend all bruised and battered. They proceeded into the ballroom and had a few drinks. That was when it started to get weird. After they had drank a little, Jericho sprung the surprising question of asking her to dance. It was weird as he never had asked her something like that before, and it made her mind wander. She took a quick glance at him across the room, and quickly looked back so he wouldn't catch her glance. As she was thinking, Duncan asked if anyone had any questions. Since she was feeling a little mischievous, she announced her own.

"Hey, will there be any snacks or such, or will we have to starve during this [i]very important[/i] mission?"