"Maybe!" Her mind is, thankfully, pulled from more sinister and strange things as she passes the ball back and forth with Eda with increasing difficulty. In the end, she has to admit that the older woman is more on par with Ciaran than she is. Eda's the better player, but it's still fun, and even educational, watching how her fellow campballer works, even if it... doesn't make sense sometimes. She knows Eda's stretching farther and taller than her form seems to be, and it leaves Mercy with a needling discomfort about the uncanny wrongness.

Still, exercise can excise some demons. "You're gonna sweep this if you keep playing like that!" Mercy encourages the woman as she waves steps aside to help someone else with their practice.