Face in hands, Grell tried to ignore the world around him. He absolutely hated today. First, he woke up late. Next, he got stuck with Mr. Happy Jaws whom he was certain now wasn't telling him the whole truth about himself. Finally, he got shoved around to this bloody 'game room' when he only wanted to rest and recuperate. This was a hospital and they weren't letting him rest? Even for a fake hospital, that was simply pushing things.

After a moment, the death god let out a heavy sigh and sat back in his seat, trying to get his head to lean back. It was a terrible idea and soon enough he snapped back upright, hissing through his teeth.

It was then that he noticed the woman - no, the girl standing near him. She was staring at him, a hand on her hip. She wasn't someone he knew and she had an odd aura to her, too, but not so odd that it gave him a headache. Instead, her gaze was what bothered him. After rubbing his forehead to ward off the pain and tension his injury brought, he raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes? May I help you?"