Mercy blinked at him, petting Dutch absentmindedly. "Im not tired." She said defensively. "Luke, you're cute." She added, almost sounding a little surprised. "Have I ever told you that?" Her words slurred slightly as she tilted her head at him in curiousity, petting Dutch as if she was just stating the obvious.

He looked up quietly at her, a small smile on his face. He looked back down at the pain pills, taking one out and taking it. He shook his head at her. "No, no you have not told me that." He said softly, his face was probably flushing pink. He doubted she had much experience with alcohol.

Mercy smiled back at him. "Well, I should have. Because you are." She nodded, mainly to herself. "How's your arm?" She continued, as if nothing she had said could possibly have been awkward. She flopped back on the bed while she waited for his response.

"Well, uhh, thanks?" He tried to keep his composure, rubbing his face. "Its the same. I doubt they kick in that fast but give it time. In the meantime you should go to sleep, its like three thirty a.m." He took the medical supplies over to a table and and walked to the bed and sat down on the other side.

"But I told you-" She yawned, before continuing her sentence. "Im not tired!" She said, shaking her head, then laying it back as her vision did NOT enjoy that. She squinted at the bright lights above her and turned her head so she didn't have to look at them. "It's not three thirty." She slurred indignantly, blinking at him.

He leaned over and pushed her back onto the bed, then showed her his watch, it was 3:34 a.m. "Yes it is." He stood up after that and turned off the lights. Then got back onto the bed. He'd fix his arm more tomorrow.

"Your watch is wrong." She huffed, closing her eyes for a few moments, before basically getting knocked out.

Skip to Mercy having mega-hangover?))

He was out on his own in a cafeteria esque place. It was fitted for more comfort, like a cafe. There were about twenty tables- the plastic folding tables that seat 6-8 people- and probably a few round ones just for variety. The walls were a shade called driftwood, which was a grey-brown color, the ceiling was white and the floor was tiled white. There was a kind of food station like a school or prison food line, it was very scarce he was surprised they'd managed to live this long. He'd managed to gather a little crowd from the people nearby who were trying to figure out where he was from and his life story and whether or not he was an alien. He was decidedly very reserved but was definitely offering to teach around. Though they were skeptical since they were new but at that point they were desperate enough. He'd found new clothes, wearing a grey long sleeve to cover his new, self-applied, bandage with the sleeve rolled up on his left and brown fitted-ish cargo pants. He left some clothes on their bed for Mercy also. He'd learned several names and found quite a few that looked competent enough to be taught and would probably do well. One was a fifteen year old girl, she looked like she was emo but without the resources to show such but she actually wasn't a terrible child. Her name was Laura, and she had used guns before which was kind of miraculous. He had mentally decided Mercy was gonna work with Laura just because, even though they got along. he just had this feeling Mercy needed, something.

Mercy woke up to the wonderful feeling of an immense pounding on her skull. She blinked, wincing at the bright lights as they made the headache worse. "Oh, fuck..." She sighed, rolling on her side and finding Luke's side of the bed empty. "What the fuck did I do last night..?" She asked herself, dredging up the blurry memories and then immiediately burying her face in a pillow and screaming. "God, I have to be the stupidest person in the world." She groaned, before basically falling out of bed. She found the clothes laid out for her and sighed, rubbing her temples. "Gee, thanks..." She snatched them off the bed and changed. It was very... gray. She shrugged and walked over to the mirror to inspect herself. Well, she didn't look like she had been run over by a dumptruck. Maybe just a bicycle. She ran a brush through her hair, running her fingers through it to inspect the caramel-esque color. It seemed a bit lighter, and Mercy assumed it was simply from the sun. She threw the brush down and gave Dutch some pats. "Well, time to go wander off again." She slipped out of the room, fluffing her hair up and rubbing her eyes with a yawn. What a wonderful first impression she would be making. She let Dutch out with her, figuring he would like to go out if they were going to hunt. She wandered on down the hall until she found the cafe-esque room, walking in and looking around warily before she spotted him with a younger girl. She headed over and slipped into a chair right beside him, quite determinedly not looking at his face. Instead, she chose to greet the girl. "Hello. I see you've met Luke. Are you our first apprentice?" She asked brightly.

He was sitting with his ankle on his knee again with his arm slacked over the back of the chair. Most of the crowd had dissipated for daily chores or to get back to eating, but he and Laura were chatting contentedly. He was in the middle of answering if he'd ever gotten a misted scare, thankfully before he admitted it there came Mercy. He looked up at her, pointedly choosing not to comment that she looked like shit and just smile as she introduced herself. He looked away considering his face was a little pink, Laura noticed. L "Yep, I'm Laura, you must be Mercy." She held her hand out to shake gently, then sat back down. L "He says you had a rough night so you might not be up for hunting. He also says it'd be easier if I was just an apprentice of one of you and I might learn a bit more technique from you," She had the moody teen tone in her voice but she was definitely benign verbally at the moment. L "I'm game for whenever, I can tell you what I know along the way?" She said in a cheery-er tone than the one she'd used earlier.