Round here, we always stand up straight; round here, something radiates... [Francis]
It's been a while since Grace has met someone so reluctant to come to the Conrad, but if said someone was insane enough to get into a fight with Vincent... well, she can't exactly blame them for not much wanting to show their face there. But whatever this guy's done... he's an angel, and he's hurt. It can't hurt to patch him up a little.
Grace walks into the Ritz-Carlton, past the reception desk and to the elevators, silently praying they don't need a keycard to work. Unsurprisingly (and annoyingly), they do. She grimaces a little, and glances back toward the reception desk. She could always ask the receptionist to call up to the suite, but...
She's spared the trouble as a man swipes his own keycard in the slot by the elevator, and Grace ducks inside right after him, hitting the button for the correct floor and then leaning back against the wall - at least, as much as she can lean back while carrying a backpack stuffed with medical supplies.
She pauses outside the door to the suite when she gets there, takes a breath and then knocks lightly, calling through the door, "Mr. Barnam? It's... Grace Cassidy. From the Conrad?"
Grace walks into the Ritz-Carlton, past the reception desk and to the elevators, silently praying they don't need a keycard to work. Unsurprisingly (and annoyingly), they do. She grimaces a little, and glances back toward the reception desk. She could always ask the receptionist to call up to the suite, but...
She's spared the trouble as a man swipes his own keycard in the slot by the elevator, and Grace ducks inside right after him, hitting the button for the correct floor and then leaning back against the wall - at least, as much as she can lean back while carrying a backpack stuffed with medical supplies.
She pauses outside the door to the suite when she gets there, takes a breath and then knocks lightly, calling through the door, "Mr. Barnam? It's... Grace Cassidy. From the Conrad?"