"Gorgeous," Gracie added dryly, hands on her hips as she hung back, watching with scrutiny as Booth examined the...thing. The demon. Yup, it was a demon all right. The agent's expression of disgust at the sight was more than comical.
"Jesus Christ, Booth, you hit a demon." It wasn't intentional that what came out of her mouth next happened to echo his thoughts. Simply put, Gracie needed to state that fact aloud in order to wrap her mind around the events that had just taken place. "And I thought having to look out for deer was bad."
There was that nervous giggle again, intermittent snorts and all despite her conscious effort over the past months to kick the habit. She was cut off only with the disheartening sound of the Mustang's fender hitting the ground.