Grace watched almost in awe as the vampire gracefully made her way inside her little hovel. She suddenly felt embarrassed as she looked around herself as she could only imagine the luxurious place she came from. "I'm Grace...Grace Smith...B-but you can call me...whatever you want really..." She said softly, still the feeling of embarrassment flooding her. That and she was still pretty damn high.

"S-sorry it isn't much... It's not actually my house, I...I just squat here..." Trailing off, looking down as she poked at the dirty floor with her equally dirty boot. There was empty and smashed bottles around the place. On the walls where there was still paper, it was peeling off. The floorboards showed through the extremely thinning carpet and rugs. Its smelt of damp and decay. "It's... A shithole I-I know..." She trailed again as she continued to avert her gaze from the beauty that was in front of her.