He's being too hard on himself, Grace thinks, but whatever her inclination might be, she pushes back against it. Tonight, at least, she doesn't want to fight with him. Arms wrapping around his shoulders, she presses a kiss to his cheek, her forehead leaning against the side of his. "But it is," she says. "It's alright, Jerry. It just surprised you." It isn't as if he could have expected to come across something like that in the middle of Darrow. She doesn't recall any advertisements for the party or any warning that it would occur.