It's a little before 3:30 PM when Mercy steps out of ADI HQ. She's a tall, 20-year-old woman with broad shoulders and muscular arms. With a year at her back in this new world, she's still wearing more old-fashioned clothes that she's seen fit to sew herself. It's a short-sleeved linen shirt and a plain green skirt today. Atop her head is the white scarf of a novitiate for the Order of the Spring Tide. It seems... a little silly to keep wearing it when she's hardly a novitiate anymore, but it's something to hold onto from home when everything else here is so very different.

She spots the man with the leather jacket and gives him a friendly wave. When she speaks, her accent is nothing like her writing. "Hey, there, Mr. Taka... Tak... Takayuki." She's clearly trying to sound it out. I'm Sister Mercy, sir! Thanks much for meeting with me. Like your jacket, but gods, ain't you hotter'n an armored horse at the summer solstice?"