Grimm had just walked out of the feeding room as she stood at the doorway, a hand on her hip and the other wiping her mouth as the shadow of her hair shrouds over her one good eye. Yes, it was just another bland feeding. Same old typical taste, but Grimm couldn't help but smirk. Her smirk gives off just a tiny tint of crazy. Did she drink a little too much again? Oh well. It's the little boy's problem now.

Grimm's ears twitch from picking up a conversation hearing that a squad member had disappeared. Psh. One squad member? Please. To Grimm it seemed like they were making such a big deal about it. It's [i]one[/i] guy. Who cares? Unless he was important, it's time to move along now. This is what they had to expect if the humans are going to rebel. Just tells you one thing that the one squad member was either not man enough or just another weakling for Hell.