She could see it in his eyes, the anger welling up in him. Grace hadn't quite expected Baghodat to react the way he did but she knew she was stepping on a thin line from the start.
"First off, cool it. Second, I was merely curious." At that moment Grace closed off any emotion that had managed to leak through her heart. Her face becoming impassive yet she felt some guilt but she didn't know why.
"Are you always so violent? Grace seemed to stiffen at the question and she looked away. Her gaze returned when he shattered the glass. [color="Jumping the gun... making accusations concerning urban myths..."[/color] it felt as if each word was a stinging slap to the face and it was his last question that sealed her fate
, "What kind of person are you?"Grace suddenly stood up in her chair,
"I'm the kind of person you shouldn't associate yourself with. The things I've done and said in the past, they won't sit well with you." It almost sounded like she was sad, she stood there in silence before walking over to a draw beneath the sink and looked through it. In her hands was a fist-aid kit which she presented to him while taking some wet clothe from the sink. Kneeling in front of Baghodat she didn't look in his direction as she took his hand to clean up the blood. She then placed a clothe and wrapped it with medical tape. Grace loooked down, holding his hand longer than was needed before standing up.
"I think it'll be best if you left Mr. President. You won't want to be caught seen with me." finally letting go of his hand.