"Yeah, yeah," he waves her off, turning back around and sauntering towards the mess hall with a soft smile. 
                          
✦
                          
"Hey Grace!" Rebecca waves giddily at the redhead. Grace waves at her with a grin, her heart melting at her award winning smile. She was adorable and very quirky. Her and Avalon would have gotten along great. 
                          
"So, are you ready to see my sketchbook?" Grace questions, already beginning to lead the brunette in the direction of the dorms. Grace could already tell she was excited about seeing it, and also meeting the others. As far as Grace knew, Miller and her were the only ones Rebecca had ever met. 
                          
"Yep," she chirps, beginning to skip slightly. A chuckle passes Grace's lips at the girl, feeling slightly surprised when Rebecca's hand wrapped around hers and she began to swing their arms with each skip. "I want to see that bologna guy."
                          
"Bologna?" Grace questions, her brows furrowing. A burst of laughter leaves her when she realizes she had actually meant Bellamy. The redhead vaguely remembered Isaac asking for permission to tell his sister about Bellamy, and quite obviously there had been some miscommunications about the man. "Becky, his name is Bellamy."
                          
"Oh," she furrows her brows in confusion for a moment, her eyes lighting up soon after. "I like bologna better."
                          
Grace chuckles, wiggling her fingers at Isaac as they passed him in the mess hall. He winks at the girl, then returns his face to a stoic one. Standard guard, that one. They're a little bit away from the dorm when Rebecca stops in her tracks, halting Grace as well. "What is it?"
                          
"Do you think he's still out there?"
                          
The question catches her off guard, but then she slowly nods her head. "I hope so. That's all I can do in here, Becky."
                          
Rebecca frowns at her friend. "I'm sorry my people won't let you leave, and also that they plan to hurt you."
                          
Grace's eyes widen in surprise. "What did Isaac tell you?"
                          
"Nothing," she sends her a small frown, lowering her voice. "I heard him talking to mom when they thought I was asleep."
                          
"Oh," is all Grace can get herself to say. Then, "it's not your fault."
                          
"No, but my people are still assholes for taking your friends."
                          
"Language, young lady," Grace chides, though she tries her best to hide the growing pit in her stomach. How much did Rebecca know? And if it was so easy for her to listen in on Isaac's hushed conversations, did anybody else know? Did the President? "And, please, keep your voice down. We can't have anyone listening in."
                          
"Sorry," Rebecca is quick to apologize. They start walking again and soon reach the entrance to the dorm, Rebecca grinning at the others who had turned to see who had walked in. They smiled back, grinning at the child. Clearly, everyone has a soft spot for children.
                          
"Here," Grace tugs Rebecca to her bunk in search of her duffel bag. When she finds it, she pulls it up onto Miller's bed with a small huff. She made it way more dramatic then it really was in order to make Rebecca giggle— which it did. Grace cracks a smile, pulling open the zipper to the bag. She grabs the book that was directly on top before handing it to Rebecca. "Ask me any questions you want. Be careful, some are pretty gory."
                          
Rebecca opens the book almost cautiously, nodding vigorously. Her eyes widen slightly on the first page; the one of Bellamy the last time Grace had saw him. His hair was slick with sweat and he had blood covering half of his face. She tried her best to ignore the surprised expression on Rebecca's face. "Is this Bellamy?"