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

"[color=66cd00]Must be SARS.[/color]"

Its contents possibly sarcastic, but the tone ... flat, utterly flat. As if she was reading off of a shopping list.

Gratia's onyx gaze did not recoil from the clear psychosis evident in the other woman's eyes. They continued to watch impassively, unblinkingly.

She shifted the position of the cargo in her arms once more, easing its ability to breathe.

She didn't look at the SUV nor the man beside it.

She didn't look anywhere else.

Her eyes were trained on Vitoria.

She was waiting.