[The prospect of him writing her does make her smile, if only fleetingly. She hopes it's in his own hand and not a typewriter, because she knows she'll miss him, but she's not about to make it a request. Her smile freezes before falling off her face completely when he tells her there's a gun separate from the rest. Of course. He's too clever to have buried them all. Tommy Shelby is always thinking several moves ahead of the rest and it's both inspiring and infuriating.]

All right.

[It's pointless to ask if Tommy's sure this man will keep to the role he's meant to play. Whatever he'd face at Tommy's hand is likely much worse than what he'd suffer with the authorities. If it's the noose, at least it's quicker than losing your eyes or your family or something like that. Grace's jaw flexes as she pushes that thought down. She doesn't love that part of this plan, but it's what they have, and it will benefit them all.]

Once they have the guns and their man, I'll resign. I don't want this life. [She's not very good at it. Finding the information, yes, but she's fallen in love, too.] This was only ever supposed to be temporary. No promotion will convince me otherwise.

[So she can rest assured she won't be tempted. She'll be the rich girl that went into the muck and was the hero instead of the incompetent inspector. That's all. A funny story to share.]

And what about you? Your family? What will they think when another man takes the fall for the guns?