Just as Grace was bending over to creep between the boarded up doorway to her 'home' BANG! She jumped at the sound of someone talking and hit her head on one of the wooden planks. "Fuckshittwatow!" She hissed as she cradled her now throbbing head. She turned quickly around to see who it was that just seemed to appear out of no where. Probably another cop. She glared out into the darkness as she rubbed her head. She could feel a lump starting to form on the top of her head. '[i]fuck a duck that hurt like a mother[/i]' she thought as she pulled her hand away and looked at it. No blood. Thankfully. 

She squinted into the darkness, she could see the outline of a figure, sort of. "What the hell do you want?" She spat. She had a bad attitude, it only got worse when you delayed her from her drugs. Or you know, cause her to hurt herself in a foolish manner. She was certainly not in a good mood right now and the last thing she wanted was for some nosey cop trying to stop her from her bit of fun.