Here she was, at it again, but this time with another person who didn't seem as lively as Mal. Either way, she was going to attempt to save some civilians today and kick some metal bird a**. She choose her hammer for a reason after all and damn it, she was sick of these damned things attacking her and winning! She was an Ares chosen, shouldn't she be the one to kick a** and not the other way around? Stepping forward, Mercy lifted her hammer onto her shoulder, trying not to laugh at the short and skinny man beside her.
"Well, you got me...Not sure how we're going to pull this s**t off, though." She wanted to ask him if he needed to eat three plates of food at the cafeteria but figured that would be rude and uncalled for. Sometimes people have conditions where they can eat everything and still gain no weight, something she wished she had. What made things worse was that she was even taller than him! "Well, at least if we get our asses handed to us I can carry you back in~" She would do it princess style like the bad a** she was.