"Is that a streak of genius that just hit you?" Amy smiled, adjusting her weight but slipping up and accidentally hurting herself a bit. She grit her teeth through the pain, complaining by simply whispering a few curse words. "Either way," she went on after a few moments of silence, "those places are relatively cheap if they don't ask you for an arm or a leg," she chuckled at her own bad joke before her facial expression changed, turning her head to look over at Grayson.

"But really, thank you for being open-minded about this. Just about anyone else would have looked at me funny and reminded me that the odds of getting a match are next to none so I shouldn't even bother. I mean, you may have been thinking that but at least you encouraged me to go on with it."

Amy then sat up, more careful this time with her movements. "Haven't been here long but I'm already getting a bit anxious. I hope we can get the hell out of here soon..."