Oh no. No no no. What did Grace do? Her expression makes it to concern after a brief stop at a flickering, feral snarl - mostly at herself. In the moment, all her lessons on manners leave her mind. The gentleman Jack or regal Cassandra might offer a handkerchief, but...Grace was just a girl, once. And she's never really learned how to be anything else.
no subject
She pulls Undine into a tight hug.