Grace smirked around her cigarette again. It really had been too long since she'd seen anyone she actually cared about. Trudy was a welcome sight for sore eyes and her voice was a welcome sound for pained ears. "There's a place over here." She pointed out the place she'd found them at before. "Somehow they have some, though where they get it when they can't grow anything here is beyond me, but at least they do the job and don't make me hallucinate any more than I already did." Which was an added bonus.

She watched Trudy lean back, sucking in another breath and blowing it back out slowly. That was an odd question, but Grace supposed she couldn't blame Trudy. After all, she was pretty sure she should have died had she stayed at home. That gun shot wound wasn't healing on its own. Stomach wounds were always hell to survive. She knew that much of war and medicine. And from the way she'd felt back on Pandora, she was pretty sure she wasn't going to survive that. Unless by some miracle she would have been transferred to her Avatar body. But that was pushing it.

Grace rested her arms on the table and watched Trudy seriously. "Not that I'm aware of. If this was the afterlife, I'd have to believe in it and Eywa would have to be here. I did see her, right before I found myself here." A frown creased her expression then. "Though I have to wonder why you're asking. Is it because I'm here?"