Grace stood and leaned her back against the wall, watching as Alex heal first Taylor and then Loki. That was a convenient power to have. After a few moments of touching Loki, Alex seemed to pull away and look exhausted.
"Sorry...I think...I think that's the best...I can do." Alex panted. Grace walked over to her and put a hand gently on her shoulder.
“Alex, that was pretty amazing. I think even a little bit will help both of him for now.” She tried to sound reassuring to the other girl, but she was distracted at Loki let out a gravelly purr and began to wake up. He looked really shaken up as his eyes scanned the room in a panic.
“Hey, Loki, you’re okay. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said gently and looked from Alex to Katherine for reassurance. Loki really did remind her of a caged wild animal. “No one got too badly hurt. Are you okay?” Grace kept her distance from him, giving him room to recover.
She then looked from Loki to professor Latour and Bao, who were still conversing in the corner of the room.
“Do we have anything else to do today, or was the introductions really it?” she asked quietly.
“Because I’m getting hungry. My poptart didn’t really do a whole lot. I’m going to try and find something to eat, if you need me I’ll either be in the kitchen or in the courtyard,” she called quietly, picked up her sketchpad, and ducked out of the room.
She ambled along slowly, wondering what the professor and Bao were planning for them as group exercises. She made her way into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, but froze when she saw Raylan leaning against the counter, a bottle beside him on the counter. She watched him as he opened the cabinet to stash the bottle and couldn’t help but smirk.
Holding out her hand, she flicked her wrist, sending a small gust of wind forward and slammed the cabinet door shut.
“You’re missing all the fun down in the basement. There were at least two unconscious at one point.” She sat her sketchpad down on the counter and leaned against it with both hands as he turned around.
A damp rag was in his right hand and as he pulled his shirt down, Grace caught sight of a few dark bruises.
“Geezus, what did you do? Get hit by a bus?” She shook her head and pulled herself up onto the counter, perching herself on the edge as she regarded him cautiously.