[center][color=0076a3][h1][b][i]GRACE POTTER[/i][/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=0076a3]Location:[/color] 
Room overlooking the range and in the range -> warehouse 
[color=0076a3]Interaction:[/color] 
[@AcerRo][@Royzooka][@Mr_pink][/center]
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A laugh? An actual chuckle from Raylan? He didn't fly off the handle? Grace looked up at him and blinked, surprised. The last time someone beside Latour had made a comment about his drinking it had ended in an all out brawl. She looked around the room and everyone was looking at her. [color=0076a3]"Yes. I do speak,"[/color] She mumbled, [color=0076a3]"Occasionally."[/color] She rolled her eyes when Raylan mentioned girls gone wild and nearly snorted, but caught herself. The room was quiet, and for once, it made her slightly uncomfortable. Everyone was just looking at her. 

Grace turned back to the bench she was inspecting and picked up a screw driver. It wasn't until she heard something about a dinosaur bird that she turned around. Her eyes flashed. She thought for a brief second about flicking her wrist and sending a whirlpool of air in Raylan's direction, but decided that would be pushing it. People might have a coronary if she did something besides sit in silence. 

[color=0076a3]"I doubt you would taste very good. Probably like the last call of a saloon,"[/color] She tossed a small smirk his way and looked over at Christie and then at Johnny. He was taking the scene in silently. Grace smiled at Christie and walked back over to her. There was a small rustling behind her, and she flinched, tensing up her entire body. She thought she had pushed it too far with Raylan, overstepped some line. The rustling, however, was a small mouse scampering from one bench to the next. She sat down and tossed the rope knot up into the arm like a basketball. She had actually wanted to hear his laugh again.

Looking over at Bryson, Grace smiled again and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Maybe her group wasn't so bad after all. [i]I will not be the silent weird one anymore,[/i] she said to herself and tossed the knot into the air again. The sun peered into the room through one of the dirt windows and her wings itched to get outside and soak up the warm rays. She hated being inside.