Grant lifted his strained head, looking bleakly at her. Before he could answer, he reached out for the minute crate beside him. He wrapped his large fingers around the top grasp of the glass bottle, lifting the beverage with ease. He would eye the bottle, making sure the Cork was stuck in tightly to avoid spillage. The eyes pried around the labels, the embroilment within the glass. Though it wasn't ice cold, the conditions of the weather and building had kept it somewhat cool. It was strange that he was used to the shivering sensations, so much that it seemed like he had built an immunity against the freezing temperatures. Obviously that wasn't true, but it did always make him wonder...

[color=007236]"T-take this...drink slowly a-and...don't chug it. You get a better taste when it barely flows out in great mass."[/color] He rolled it over slowly, then taking a moment to eye it as it rolled to her feet. He looked away awkwardly, trying not to bring up anything that might lead to either one of them out-bursting into anger, destroying his beloved building. A hint of trouble struck his mind. [color=007236]"You've committed a serious offence...rampaging through the Eastern districts...killing more than I have...yet you still are used by the Survey Corps as a tool and allowed to re-enter for food and gas...this world...odd...Captain Ryu told me that before his passing..."[/color] He dared mention. Though Ryu was someone who trained with Grant and Yuri, he was a well respected Captain eventually of the Western Survey Corps, later moving to the Eastern like Grant himself. Ryu told Grant about Hope in a secret meeting...which lead to how he knew who she was.