#ashcrft

Always something Yoko struggled with, and yet, something she could never quite escape. Unreliable though she knew her memory to be, it was all she had left of Alyssa, now; distant memories of a city in ruin, a nightmare in which Alyssa provided refuge, and scattered contact thereafter. One thing she remembered well was that feeling, during the outbreak, of being lost and alone in a world gone mad. A feeling, she believed, Grace probably understood all too well, now.

This was one core reason she'd come, today. Of course, loyalty to Alyssa was the primary factor. After everything Alyssa had done for her, she couldn't, and wouldn't just leave Grace by her lonesome. The idea of having to deal with such a major loss, alone...a painful thought shunted to the back of her mind, along with those lingering memories of Raccoon City. It was over, anyway. Umbrella was dust. Or so she thought. She'd been one of the loudest voices in the courts, testifying against the pharmaceutical company. She had seen it undone.

But now, it all came rushing back. Those memories, fractured though many were, of Raccoon City. Of the worst night of her life, a seemingly inescapable nightmare. Alyssa's death brought it all back, front and center, and though Yoko knew Alyssa would be the first to tell her to buck up and stop crying - it was easier said than done. Alyssa was her best friend. When she'd received the news about her death, she'd cried for over an hour. Now it was dulling. Now, it was replaced by a singular drive, a sole determination: help her daughter, whatever it took. Whatever she could do, whatever Grace asked.

She knew Kevin had gotten the news too. He'd called her the day before she set out - already knew she was going. A week had passed since Alyssa's death, and he'd asked if Yoko wanted a 'good old RPD escort' - humor in his tone masking what she could only assume was regret. He and Alyssa weren't on great terms, they disagreed on a lot, though he'd never spoken ill of her around Yoko, and always stood ready to help if she called on him. She'd turned down his escort, but advised he should reach out privately, to see if he could help as well.

Yoko's arrival in Wrenwood was a quiet one. There was no grand reunion with her friends from Raccoon. As she walked the streets, she wondered what Alyssa thought of this place. Why she had come here. There was so much, she realized now, that she didn't know about her friend. So much she should have asked while she had the chance. But that time was over, now. She knew what she had to do.

Knocking thrice on the door, she waited, unsure if she'd even get an answer. It was a hotel room she was told authorities had Grace staying in for the time being; she wasn't certain if that was good information. It was possible Grace wasn't even there. If that was the case, she'd just have to talk to local authorities, and find her. She hadn't exactly announced her visit.

Do they wear perfume or cologne? Have they got a signature scent?

character questions / accepting

there's a raise of claire's eyebrow. THIS SMALL SMILE CURLS THE CORNER OF HER LIPS . it's actually astounding how good she is at flirting when she isn't actively trying to uncover a mystery, trying to survive, or working in any capacity. WHICH, YOU KNOW━ is about 90% of the time. here she is, in the most simple band t-shirt and skinny jeans. she wasn't chatting about anything in important at all, she was just chatting, and it looked like grace was listening so intently she may have not heard a word. CLAIRE LEANS FORWARD ACROSS THE TABLE .

she plucks the coffee mug out of grace's hands, brings it to her lips. SIPS IT SLOWLY . nods in appreciation and then legitimately just puts the coffee mug back in grace's hands.

oh.

"Then, dammit Grace, try fucking harder, 'cause you're looking–" awfully necrotic... Shauna chokes, she has to take a quick breath before continuing. "...Like a talking corpse, right now."

She gets it, she's in pain, everything is scary, she'd rather hide. The wound was severe, deep, the bugs and the cold were no help at all. Everything probably hurts like hell already and now Shauna approached with what probably looked like a torture device more than anything... But she answered her question with an affirmation; Grace wants to live.

She clicks her tongue, a glance over the makeshift wrapping keeping her from bleeding out. She needs subtlety, she needs care, but instead she has Shauna.

"It's gonna hurt, but you know what Misty always says, we need to cauterize the wound. You don't wanna get a nasty infection, right? So you gotta trust me to do this. After that, we have soup ready for you. There's meat in it, it's gonna be so fucking delicious, you'll forget all about this." She holds tight to the metal, the tip scorching hot and ready to land on the wound.

"I didn't think you'd make it, either." When the plane crashed, or when winter came, or when the first hunt was done... Seeing her here, still alive, despite being an outsider, despite being herself, was frustrating. She hated the thought of her being favored by fate. the girls, or whatever was going on around them. That she would survive when Jackie and her baby...

Those two were Shauna's own fault, weren't they?

"That's why you gotta pull your weight... or you might as well be dead." What was she trying to get at? Grace was quiet, yes, but she never seemed to slack. She did her part – it irked her that she did, that she was worth having around. A big part of her wanted Grace and everyone else to be chastised... Another part of her knew it was irrational. And yet...

"You've only shot a magnum like what- ten times or less?" She reaches out to gently pat the girls shoulder, coming around her side and gently tapping her elbow up to point the gun higher. "They're hard guns to learn, especially when you've only ever shot 9mm pistols, no shame in looking a little silly. You're still learning."

She eventually pulls the Lightning Hawk off her hip and takes a step back into the next range, aiming at the target and signalling Grace to look her way as she did, pointing at her arms and elbows as she spoke next..

"Sure, kiddo, whatever you say. Just keep holding pressure on it for me." She hums and kneels down beside Grace, pulling a small kit out of the pouch fastened to the back of her belt, as well as a pair of vials containing crushed red and green herbs. Herbs she started fixing to a piece of gauze after mixing them together and evenly spreading them around the gauze pad.

Why're they sending an FBI analyst out onto the front lines? This girl looks like she'd fall apart at a gust of wind, it's a miracle she survived that bone shard shot at all. She's almost scared to even be sitting out here

"These oughta help heal that enough to keep moving, but if that bone shards still in there, it's best we find help sooner rather then later." She admits, pulling a roll of medical tape out a moment later and fixing some to the gauze pad to make a patch bandage.