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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]