Of course she'd been drawn to the children's theater. Mercy knows she's not far enough out from her youth to scorn such things, and seeing other grown people playing with the robots, building their own, had encouraged her. Perhaps she shouldn't be detouring when they have other priorities, but this seems... wholesome. Nice!

She looks up from her own creation after several minutes and sees Winter has joined a nearby table. The young woman lifts a hand to catch his attention, but then sees his expression. Mercy sobers immediately and sets her robot down to move over to him quickly and quietly. She finds a seat next to him to avoid startling him with a sudden grab, and speaks low.

"You look like you just seen a ghost or three, Mr. Winter. What's wrong?"