Grace was a much daintier eater. She cut her burger in half and ate one portion at a time so that she didn't have to eat it with both hands. Some people ate first one thing, and then another. But Grace almost seemed to alternate fairly between bites of burger and french fries.
She nodded acceptance of the file and kept it near her plate. Her blue eyes flashed slightly and she tilted her head a bit, "You think this is about drugs?" Drugs or money. Probably both. At least to the human perspective.
It was really hard knowing something she couldn't tell Gus about. It could all be explained if he knew anything about angels and demons. But for most people, they didn't exist, let alone coexist with humans in a sleepy little town.
"I'll go talk to her," she agreed. "There's a chance she'll be civil." She hadn't had many run-ins with the tiny woman, but she knew she was a firecracker and hard to nail down.