Grace laughs, brow raising at him. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?" she asks, fondly teasing. "You just assumed I'd hear your story about the sharks and go swooning like the other girls?" She assumes, certainly, that there were other girls, and probably plenty of them, before she came along. For all she knows, there were others after they met. Despite the flare of jealousy such an idea provokes, she knows she couldn't really blame him if that were the case, though she doesn't think it was. The thing is, after all, that she's not like the other girls, if only to him.