Grace shrugged his hand off her shoulder and tossed him a glare "Hey!" she didn't like being 'man handled'. Once she was marched back into the back room like a naughty toddler. She folded her arms. "Ain't my fault you didn't go to proper precautions to keep your shit safe, when you flaunt that Harley about, you're asking for it." she said tutting once again. "I ain't putting anything on the table, what's mine is mine, I look out for number one, got a problem with it? Go swivel." she added, her arms still folded and the look of utter stubbornness on her face. She didn't care who this guy was, she has dealt with some bastards over the years and she doesn't give a damn who anybody is. 'Kinda cute though' She thought to herself as a small smirk made its way across her stubborn features.