[B]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend [LA GRANDE TERREUR][/B]

Gratia complied.

She pulled off her chartreuse winter coat, exposing her jet-black turtleneck sweater to the open air. It was unfitting clothing for such weather, but she did not seem to mind a single bit. In fact, her expression hadn't changed at all. It was completely neutral, betraying none of her emotions or thoughts. There was nothing in her onyx gaze either.

Nothing.

The Mistralese huntress approached the mission objective's prone form, ignoring the wicked knife still in her newest employer's hands. She crouched down, spreading out her winter coat, and wrapped it around the Faunus. Gratia made no sounds except for a single grunt as she lifted up her newest cargo with remarkable ease, now tightly enclosed within the warmth of her garment.

That piece of cargo was now hugged closely to her woolen turtleneck. If the mission objective was capable of being aware of anything, it would be the dull, quiet thudding of the other Mistralese girl's heartbeat.

She watched Vitoria, waiting for the woman to lead her to the truck.

To make the delivery.