She hadn't been expecting help, not really. Grace has had more than enough experience with ineffectual men in her life already, who prefer to talk than to get their hands dirty. But for a moment, and not just because of the coarseness of the language, he reminds her a little of Mary Whitney. She, Grace thinks, would have had fewer qualms about wresting a weapon from a dead man.

"You sound like a politician." She hasn't met any, but imagines that's the kind of thing they would say.