17212/Welcome to Jonah's

Welcome to Jonah's
Date of Scene:	17 February 2024
Location:	Jonah's Place (Bar and Grill)
Synopsis:	Lara and Mercy get to know one another at Jonah's restaurant.
Cast of Characters:	Lara Croft, Mercy Thompson

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Lara Croft has posed:
As with most weekends, Jonah's Place sees a fair amount of dining traffic. Such was the case tonight, though it is getting a bit long in the tooth, and the crowds have thinned out a bit. Most people are in the far tables around the walls, or gathered around the bar at this point.

Jonah, a large Hawaiian man, tends the bar, offering stories and drinks to the patrons seated there, ever the kind hearted man, he offers good feelings to the regulars that come here.

Lara is seated at a table not far away, with a number of books, a phone, and a tablet computer scattered around in front of her, including a plate of shrimp that has been lightly picked over. With a hand around a glass of tea, Lara sips from it as her eyes scan over a book in front of her. Dressed in a dark grey sweater, denim jeans, and leather boots, Lara has a leather jacket slung over the back of her chair, and a dscarf wrapped around one of the arms of her chair.

It's a casual atmosphere in the moment, with a few tvs on behind the bar and in corners of the main seating area.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    One of those crowd is none other then Mercy Thompson, who came here as a wing-woman for one of her friends. She is always a reliable DD for someone, but they got lucky and headed off. This means Mercy, the teetotaler, is sitting at the bar with a fruity drink just sort of people watching. Truth be told she's paying to try and spend time with Jonah and hear stories. She loves stories, and truth be told she doesn't have much else to do.
    Often mercy has looked over to Lara but the woman there at the bar with a computer and looking almost like a college student. "Got to say your kitchen smells pretty great, Jonah. Can I get another round of your awesome wings?" She glances to Lara for the longest time to try and read the spines of the books and what is the woman is working on or reading.

Lara Croft has posed:
Jonah sweeps his large frame back over toward where Mercy is located at the bar, a big smile upon his naturally friendly face. "Ah, thank you." He says in his smooth voice. "I'll happily get yu another helping of wings." He says as he starts mixing another drink for Mercy. "Here, on the house." He says, as he sets it down for her. "And, yeah... that kitchen is my happy place. You won't find a better kitchen in all of Manhattan, that I promise." He says, a light chuckle escaping him then. "I'll be right back with those wing." He tells her, as he looks over to a man on the far end of the bar, who shouts out that he wants more too. Jonah shares some light hearted words with him as he goes toward the back of the bar in to the kitchen.

In the mean time, Lara had stood up from her table just to the right of where Mercy was, and was now approaching the bar to stand at its corner, her eyes catching the back of Jonah's head as he vanished in to the kitchen doorway. She exhales, clearly having wanted to say something to him, but instead her shouldrs slump a bit as she places her hands on the edge of the bar's counter, her fingertips tapping lightly upon it.

It's then that her eyes catch Mercy's, and she offers the other woman a light and friendly smile, before she looks toward one of the televisions talking about a winter storm headed to Manhattan.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy takes her fruity mocktail with a grin, "That's very kind of you. Thank you very much." She smile at his answer, "I love to bake so I totally get it." She lets him go with a nod and sips her drink as she sits at the bar alone.
    Picking up on the clear body language from Lara she smiles and speaks up to be heard by the woman. "He's just getting me an order of wings. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Returning the gesture with a bit of a lift of the drinks. "So are you studying something?" Why not talk to the woman who doesn't seem to have a lick of interest in the weather too much, but she will add. "Makes me glad I still have a pair of snow shoes and live over where I work."

Lara Croft has posed:
When Mercy speaks up, Lara's brown eyes dart back over to her. She shows another light smile at the revelation of Jonah's intent in the kitchen. It causes her to lightly exhale a short laugh, and nod softly. "That is a very good reason to wait. The wings are delicious." The English woman says, her accent toned to that cultured London-standard style, calm and casual. A glance is sent over her left shoulder toward her small table, loaded up with her research material. "Ah, yes." She says, her right hand going up to brush her fingertip against the tip of her nose as she looks back toward Mercy.

"I'm preparing a trip back to the Yucatan to follow up on something that Jonah and I were dealing with this past autumn." She somewhat explains, before pausing. "I'm an archaeologist." She clarifies. "I have been... running all across the globe for several years now, and I'm trying to make sure I get everything planned out before I embark on the trip. I have to get things right, less I face the scrutiny of our good cook here." She states, just as Jonah returns from the kitchen, backing up out of the doorway with a plate of wings in either hands.

First he sets the one down with the man on the far end of the bar, sspending a few moments to chat at him, before makes his way down toward Mercy and Lara. "Ah ha, here you go, Miss. Ever happy to try and encourage the pretty ones to come back, yeah?" He jests, being a big flirt too, it seems.

Lara just smirks at him, as he looks toward her. "Finally got your nose out of those books?" He asks his friend. "Color me shocked."

"Ha ha..." Lara fires back toward the big man.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "That sounds super exciting," Mercy gasps at Lara. "I hardly get out of the United States. I'd love to talk some time if you know more about our, sorry my country's history. I didn't mean to assume," apologizing for disregarding the accent accidentally Lara has.
    She pauses as her wings come, "Bless you and please. Don't do the Miss part. Call me Mercy." She in almost record time pops a wing in her mouth and strips it to the bones, adding it to the pile she has earned so far. Not a small pile at all. Mercy taps he bar in thought before she offers, "I may have a friend who's really good in history, better then me, that I could always ask if it is something older. My college degree in history is not nothing much to brag about. I hardly get to use it. I can bribe with a wing? Girls gotta eat right?"

Lara Croft has posed:
"We especially want the pretty ones who can put away as many wings as you can." Jonah furth@emit er jokes with her, shooting her a grin. "Mercy it is. Jonah--" He touches his chest, then motions to the British woman. "And my good friend Lara here, Lady Lara."

Lara shoots him a sharp look at the title included in her introduction, and he just gives her a sheepish grin in return. Her eyes sweep back to Mercy, and she shows her a soft smile. "It's fine, I am not a US citizen yet, though I am vying for dual citizenship, which will hopefully come through soon. I've been here on a work assignment for the past .. gosh, four years. Time really flies." She states, smirking a little herself before she looks toward Jonah again. "Speaking of which, Jonah." She starts, gaining his attention again. "Do you have the name and number of that guide we employed after we arrived at Marida Yucatrn?"

Jonah takes a second to consider it, mulling it over in his mind before he nods once. "Yeah, I think so. It's in the office. I'll get it to you before you leave tonight." He tells her, before he offers to replace the plate that Mercy is using to place her spent wings upon with a fresh one.

Lara lightly nods her head, before she smiles toward him, and once more looks to Mercy. "You're a history buff then yourself?" She asks of the other woman.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy smiles her dusky skin darkening at the flirting joke. "I always had a healthy appetite." She brows lift a bit at the 'Lady' part. "Good luck on that. I know they can be a pain about that. It's a lot harder to get it then just being 'fortunate' enough to be born here."
    Mercy lets a little of her reflexes slip as she drops her hand right on the plate Jonah tries to take and says, "Oh I plan to take those home. I like to use them in cooking." Well that and as a snack of sorts. "I don't mind growing the pile unless you have to for health code reasons."
    She looks a touch embarrassed at her reaction though as she looks to Lara. "Got my degree in history and was going to be a history teacher once. Flubbed my interview and didn't get the job, but while I was waiting for more options I started work in a garage. Now I own my own garage and turn a wrench and not pages."

Lara Croft has posed:
Jonah hesitates then when she speaks of her intention for the left overs. He shows her a slight grin before he puts the plate replacement away, and instead pulls out a box that he starts to unfold. "Well then, in that case, when you're ready..." he says, handing it over to her, a box for to-go orders, or left overs in general. Someone down the bar calls out his name, and Jonah is soon moving his way down to help them next.

Lara holds a reserved smile at Jonah as he saunters off, her eyes then going back toward Mercy. "Oh, a mechanic now?" She asks. "That is quite a stark contrast, I'd say. But, if your business is here in the city, I imagine it is ever busy for you. This place is crawling with cars, afterall." She says softly, showing another small smile toward the other woman, as she crosses her arms against the edge of the bar, leaning against it for the time being.

"Do you offer service work on Jeeps?" She asks with a clear curiosity. "I've had mine since 2021, and well... I've put it through its paces, to say the least. I wouldn't mind having it checked over by someone reliable."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Oh that's appreciated. Thank you Jonah. It's on me. I don't eat out a lot and I forget how most places toss out a lot." She grew up not wasting a lot of hunt when you eat something. She will move the bones to the box and keep her pile of pride in that as he leaves.
    "I have my store up in Harlem. I work on classic cars more then modern, but I do custom work from time to time. Mostly German models however." She gets a small smile when she talks about her business. It is small, and struggles at times, but it is HERS and she wouldn't have it any other way.
    "If you want I can take a look at it. If you had a Kubelwagen. That I could get back up like it was the 1940s. I mean assuming I can get the parts." She shrugs. "How a half native History teacher hopeful became a German car mechanic even I don't know for sure. That's saying after I lived it."

Lara Croft has posed:
What Mercy says has Lara showing a continued small smile of amusement, as she leans against the bar's counter on her forearms, her shoulders lifted up slightly within her grey sweater. "Well, however you got in to it, skills like that are valuable. Automobile repair is no small measure of challenging, all in its own right. I only know the most basics of maintenance, and tinkering repair." She pauses for a moment, before she lofts an eyebrow, and tilts her head.

"Out of curiosity, have you ever worked on a vehicle after it was peppered with bullets from an Uzi before?" She asks, waiting a moment before she laughs. "I only ask, because a few months after I got here to the United States, I ended up having my brand new Jeep Wrangler get absolutely aired-out by a man fleeing from authorities... I'm curious if you're up for such challenges, or not." She shows a light grin again.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy grins and says, "It does help though the more high tech the newer cars get, the harder it is for me. I'm not great with computers, well not as great as I like outside playing a game on them."
     The question gets her a bit curious. "I live in Harlem and yes. I've had to fix bullet holes. Not only that but more then a few abandoned cars become target practice for anything up to a .50 and that is a bitch to fix sometimes."
    Mercy strips down another wing and taps the bare bone on her lip before it joins the host of other fallen bird limbs. "Yeah I could probably do that. I don't work on Jeeps a lot but for body work I can likely swing it. I won't lie, I don't have the contacts to get the discounts I can on other models. But I will do my best on getting a fair price." She motions Lara closer. "How many holes we're talking here and about how good is the grouping?"

Lara Croft has posed:
The English woman gently nods her head to what Mercy says, the last question having her perk a bit as she has to correct herself. "Oh, I had it replaced. I mean, I'd only had it a few months, but I took it around, got a few quotes, and then just traded it out for a brand new one. But I was curious all the same, as to whether or not such repairs are really even viable, if something like that happened again, God willing it doesn't... I can't imagine I can survive such things repeatedly..." She grimly states before she pulsl her phone from her pocket and swipes it open. After a moment she steps around the corner of the bar and over to Mercy's right side, to show her the phone.

"Here it was though, this was... June of 2020?" She quesetions her own memory. On her phone, strips of bullet holes go up the front of the Jeep's hood, and across the windshield, making it a clear wonder that Lara survived at all.

"Honestly, I imagine it was simply a total loss at this point either way." She says softly, her eyes going over to Mercy to smile softly at her again.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy leans in and looks at the picture being shown to her and tries to not crowd the 'lady' too much as she does so. "You weren't kidding about uzi fire were you. No way you get stitching like that without full machine gun rates." She shakes her head as one of the main spots is the hoods. "See that's just the insurance being lazy. Hoods are easy to replace without too much cost to the car. Especially if it didn't damage the engine after that. It be like throwing a phone away because you got a scratch on the protective screen shield on it."
    Mercy shrugs a single shoulder and says, "I have to see the engine. If the damage hit something important inside there, that would total the car. I mean if you get a cracked engine block, it can be cheaper to just make it a parts car and take the loss." Mercy offers a wing to Lara, "Sorry I can't help more. Consolation wing?"

Lara Croft has posed:
"Yeah, no, that makes sense." Lara says as she turns her phone back to herself, gives the images on it one more look before she turns the screen off again, and once more tucks it back in to the pocket behind her right hip. "Really, I was just curious if what you'd say would sound similar to the people I spoke to back then, and it indeed does." She responds, showing the other another light smile.

"Well, my current Wrangler is devoid of bullet holes, but I have a knack for making enemies, so you never know." She smirks once more, as Jonah passes by with a couple of bottles of beer for a couple mid-way down the bar.

"No more people shooting at us, Lara." He says on his way by the two women.

Lara laughs with restraint at her friend, as she shakes her head and exhales sharply. "Bless his heart, I've put him through seemingly endless nightmare situations. I can't imagine why he still tolerates me."

She looks once more to Mercy. "Have you got family in the city?" She asks her.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "That's the great thing about having my own shop. I got no 'big business' saying what I have to do or how I fix things. So I have to rely fully on my own work and word of mouth from happy customers." Mercy jokes and says, "I could always use your car for target practice. Give me range time and get me business at the same time. Win win for me." Clearly she is not serious at all though.
    Mercy can't help but quip, "you aren't living life right if you don't get shot at by someone at least once a year in your life." And the way she talks may hint that she knows what that is like. "Good friends are like that, Ms. Croft. They stick with you and bail you out of jail. The best friends though are there with you in the cell." She shakes her head then. "No. I don't have family in the city. My mother remarried and lives on the west coast."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's hands go atop the bar, her forearms supporting her again as she leans upon it again. She glances at the weather report calling for snow all weekend, but turns her eyes to her left toward Mercy again when she speaks further. She nods gently about not having any family in the city, while the other comments do cause her to curiously angle her head again.

"Are you an avid shooter?" She inquires. "After my father passed away, I was taken in to the care of a close family friend. He taught me... everything that has kept me alive in the past several years. From survival in harsh places, to how to strip a gun, properly clean and maintain it, as well as obviously ... fire it." She elaborates in her calm tone of voice. "I really wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for him. Absolutely invaluable skills. I still hit up the range at work as often as I can." She straightens her head then, and quickly clarifies. "I work for SHIELD, at the Triskelion north of the city. They have a extensive gun range on site, thus I utilize it as often as possible."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "My foster father insisted I shoot. I grew up in a place about as opposite as New York as you can imagine. But yes, I shoot a fair bit. Own a few guns and make sure to keep them in working order." She holds up a wing and says, "I think I was thirteen when my foster father said that if I wanted to have dinner. I had to go out and get it. There was no fast food where I grew up either." Meaning hunting for it. "Never really let that skill fall out of practice." There's the barest little tension at the mention of the government agency. "I know of them, but I can only hope they drill their field workers on gun safety and practice. Stuff like make sure not only the target but what behind the target is something you are okay with taking a bullet." Mercy clearly is not your average city girl. "If you are into history and guns I may have a piece you'd find interesting."

Lara Croft has posed:
As Lara leans on the bar, she looks across it for a moment before centering her eyes upon Mercy again to attentively watch her as she responds. The part about earning her own dinner gets a reserved smile shown on Lara's facial features, a bit of understanding crossing her mind. "Deer, deer were the hardest for me to kill. Of course, it got a little easier when I had to do it to survive, but... yes, teaching someone to respect what they're shooting, is part of the job of teaching responsible gun ownership. Many at SHIELD are quite responsible. I'm sure there are those who are less so than others, but I will certainly speak up should I see poor behavior associated there-in..."

She glances over her shouldr to watch a group of three make their way out of the restaurant, and Jonah headed toward their table to clean up after them, offering words of kindness to them on their way out.

Lara's eyes return to Mercy then, at her question, and she shows an expression of curiosity again. "Guns and history? I might as well get a tee-shirt that says that, quite honestly." She jokes, showing a wider smile after saying it.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I'm the bane of rabbits everywhere," quips Mercy about her own hunting prowess. "Everything eats. People don't like that, but it is just how nature is." Mercy laughs after devouring another wing. "Most of my shirts say stuff like 'Trust me I only get weirder the longer you know me' or 'ACME' with that cartoon Coyote. Not sure if you know Wile. E. Coyote or not." She has no idea how well that did in England verse the US. "But yeah I have an oooold Marlin 444 that my foster father willed to me. I baby it like crazy since it's as old as a lot of the cars I work on."

Lara Croft has posed:
The references to the shirts has Lara lightly laughing as she leans against the bar, her hands pushing a coaster around in a circle between her thumbs. "Loony toons. Yes, I know them. I didn't do much television watching as a child, but there was something ... peaceful about those cartoons, even when the Coyote was chasing the Roadrunner with dynamite, or the hunter was shooting his gun. They just had a innocence about them..." She drifts off in thought for a second before she refocuses and looks back toward Mercy on her left.

"That sounds like a good weapon." She softly responds. "I've kept a number of them around me at all times since ... well, something bad happened a number of years ago, and not long after I moved here to New York for the SHIELD work, I had a few break-ins in my apartment. As I said, I have a knack for making enemies, and some of them... are likely still hoping to get another shot at me some day."

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Jonah comments, as he walks by carrying a handful of empty bottles that he puts in to the recycling bin, while Lara shoots him a warm expression. "Nor Max." She adds back to him as he passes by them again.

"Max is my dog. Jonah insisted I get a German Shepherd to help keep me safe. He certainly has helped, even if I've had little to no experience what so ever with a house pet up to this point..."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I always rooted for the Coyote, but I refuse to give up hope." Mercy's lips spread in a wide smile at some secret joke about what she said. "Thank you, it is a good weapon. Saved my life a few times too. I'm not usually the biggest predator in the wild, or even the most dangerous."
    As Jonah talks about his dog Max, Mercy sighs over dramatically. "Damn. Here you were doing so well. Oh well, I won't hold it against you for being a dog friend. Just... warn me if I show up and he's upstairs or something. You'll get noise complaints likely. I tend to rub most canines the wrong way. Maybe it's just the cat I own. Though sometimes they do love me and just shut right up." Grinning wide she says, "here's holding onto hope forever. Right?" She holds up her mocktail in silent toast. "Pets can be great, just also demanding. But they do have advantages over a boyfriend often. I don't have to fight with my cat about a toilet seat."

Lara Croft has posed:
As it so happens, Jonah was making Lara a drink, and stepping over to the two women to set it down in front of her. She looks to it, seeing it is a deep red with ice, and a lot of fruit hanging around in chopped up bits at the top of the icy canopy. "Vodka?" Lara asks, and Jonah shoots her a grin. "It's Friday night, Lara, live a little. I gotta keep the two prettiest women in my bar happy and well hydrated."

Lara accepts the glass, and gives a quick glance around at the state of the restaurant's denizens. "We're the only two women here." She fires back to Jonah, who is already moving down the bar to help the chatty older gentlemen with more military stories.

Lara takes a sip of the drink made special for her, and sets it down on the coaster in front of her. She regards Mercy and quickly raises her glass up again to offer a toast with her. "To boyfriends. I just ran my most serious one off just a couple months ago, in fact." She says, before indulging in a slightly bigger drink after saying that.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy watches quietly as the long time friends chat and interact, smiling at how casual they are. "Just no alcohol for me. I never touch the stuff since 'that time in college.' We'll speak no more of that." But she doesn't seem to mind others drinking. She will offer her mocktail in a clink to Lara's own and says, "To boyfriends. May I one day get another one." She commiserates. "There was a really nice looking guy I was interested in but I think he as eyes for another woman. Story of my life. I bet your accent scores you all kinds of points here in the States. How bad does our's sound to you?"

Lara Croft has posed:
The glasses are clinked, and Lara has another little sip of hers before she sets it down again. "I rarely indulge in alcohol myself, and I don't think I've ever been truly drunk, just a little tipsy now and then." She says with a small smile chasing her words. She then looks again to Mercy, and releases a light laugh at the talk of her accent. "It gets brought up a lot when I meet new people, yes. I think I have a tendancy to push people away, once they learn more about me. Checkered past, I guess you could describe it as..." She draws in a light breath, and reaches her right hand up to brush some of her dark hair off of her forehead. "I'm sorry about the man having eyes for someone else. I'd recommend not putting a lot of effort in to it, if it is not already mutual... But... one really should not take relationship advice from me, at all." She emphasizes those last few words with a subtle change to her voice, before she leans forward to prop her chin up on her raised right hand. "If you hang out here enough, you'll get hit on by a lot of older, ex military, men. If that is your type." Lara says next, showing off another playful grin toward Mercy.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I'm usually honest to a fault, and alcohol removes that edit button. I like to keep my secrets as just that." Mercy does nod to the drink, "This is tasty though and I think I've had three. One guy was hoping I get drunk but then gave up when he saw me still sober after an hour and a half."
    Mercy looks at Lara and comments, "I appreciate the sympathy but you are objectively a total model of appealing looks, Ms. Croft. I doubt it be hard for you to get second fiddle unless you're standing near someone like Wonder Woman." She looks around and shrugs. "Ex-military I can deal with. I PROMISE you nobody here is scarier then my god father, not mafia style, just the normal kind." Mercy does smile though and says, "But I do like a man who takes care of himself and looks like they got some real determination and discipline. They'll need it to keep up with me." She downs another wing as if to show what she means. "A princess I am not."

Lara Croft has posed:
The compliment causes Lara to smile again, and quietly fire back a soft 'Thank you' to Mercy for having expressed it. "I've met Wonder Woman a few times. I went with her to the Watchtower on her Jet... She's... something else, to be sure." The Briton says as she shows another quick and warm expression at these thoughts.

"I really was not that well versed in the Super Hero culture until I loved here to the States. We have them in London, but... I'd not ever paid a lot of mind to them. My mind was elsewhere... Deep in dusty tomes, and crinkled journals. I was rather obsessed, but if you'd known my parents, you'd understand why." She says with an affectionate undertone for the family that was taken from her.

After another sip of her icy vodka drink, she looks again to Mercy. "I'm sorry your family isn't local. I would imagine they'd either help make it easier, or make it much harder. Maybe you're glad you're on your own."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy casually agrees. "Wonder Woman is an amazing woman. I got lucky by her driving her BMW into my shop. From there we got to talk and I often go train with her people at the embassy and stuff. Wonderful women, if you'll pardon the horrible horrible pun."
    Mercy has to shakes her head softly though as Lara talks a bit about her past, "I wish I could say I understand. But that be a lie. I grew up with that 'more then normal' world in a lot of my life." Mercy waves off the apology, "Oh my mom is happy. Her new husband and my step sisters are fine. I just don't fit that family picture so well. Mom is blonde and pretty and my step-father is a handsome very white guy. They have very white children." She motions to her own self. "I am not so much. I stick out like a literal black sheep in our family photos." She will quick pull out her cell and show an image of what she means. One group of very 'TV Sitcom pretty very Caucasian people and then Mercy' "See?" Mercy's drink is nearing the end. "I should probably settle up my bill. I start early on Monday and don't want to get too turned around."

Lara Croft has posed:
If pressed on it, Lara would show her hesitancy to share the details of her family, and how it fell apart. It is a sore subject for her, even if she wishes it weren't. She happily, howeverk, moves on to look at the family photos displayed to her, and though it's meant to showcase why Mercy feels she doesn't fit, Lara just looks over at her with a light smile. "Your family loves you for who you are, not what they see in photos. I would guess, at least... Your sisters likely would benefit from your clearly vast set of skills, no less. From mechanic to responsible gun owner... You'd be a positive influence on them. I would have been above the Moon to have a sister like you, rather than be the only child that I was."

A soft smirk is shown as Lara takes another sip of her drink. When Mercy speaks of paying her bill and departing, Jonah is soon to arrive over to help her do just so.

"Well, I'll stop by your shop some time, see what you think of my Jeep. If it is beyond you, I'll entirely understand." She says with another light smile. "Happy to have met you too, Mercy." Lara expresses, offering her right hand over to the woman. "Ruffle the cat for me when you get home too?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "My mother does. The rest are very nice to me, and I got no complaints. But my mother had me super young, Ms. Croft. I was raised in foster care and lucky enough to know anything about my mother. I just know we're all happier with a bit of space. I didn't meet them until I was in college. So I can understand a bit of being an only kid." Mercy not wanting to seem at all like she's downplaying the nice British lady's situation.
    While Mercy hands over a card to pay the bill she pulls from her wallet a pair of business cards and hands them over. "Here you go. Feel free to look me up. Like I said I tend to do German only, but I can always give advice or try to help out." She takes her bag of bones and the last few uneaten wings. "Oh I will. That tailless queen always demands her due. Was great meeting you both, and hope to see you sometime." With that she'll gather her things and get ready to head on out.