Grady can appreciate a good life saving moment, especially when it comes between him and death by pincers, or teeth, or whatever it is these things have. Still, he kind of wishes that she'd chosen a different way of dispatching the maggot monster when he ends up splattered with the thing's effluvia.

He wipes goo from his cheek and shakes it off of his fingers with an expression of deep disgust, then holsters his gun.

"I can't believe a lot of things about what's going on right now. Is this normal for.." he waves a hand around them, "this place? Is this gonna happen every day?"