Mercy looked at him, bewildered. Why would he want to know the last time she was in a relationship? (Kind of straight forward but okay) Then she shook her head. Damn, she really was out of it. She stifled a laugh at herself. Afterwards she cleared her throat and looked at him. "The Mist. I don't know how long ago it was- feels like its been ages. How about you?"

He looked at her in mild confusion as to why she would laugh, he was curious on how many people there might be out there. He tilted his head. "I meant- I mean like- not dated, just been around someone who wasn't misted-" He stuttered a little with embarassment. "Sorry-" He looked off, his face a little red.

"Don't be sorry, theres no harm done. Honestly, people ask me that all the time." She teased with a smile. "But yeah, it's been a long time. It's nice being able to speak to something that will speak back. How about you? When was the last time you've seen someone?" She tilted her head at him. It was fun, knowing she could fluster him just a little.

He tipped his head back and gave her a look, knowing she was teasing. "High school I think." He grinned, teasing her back. He looked down at Dutch. "Its been at least half a year, that was the time I watched someone get misted," he shuddered but said it quite casually, looking at the sun, which wasn't far from setting.

Mercy nodded, a question escaping her that she wished she hadnt asked. "Did you know them..?" She asked softly. She hesitated for a few moments, looking at him. "I'm sorry, you don't- have to answer that. I don't know what I was thinking-" Shrinking down to her knees, she focused on Dutch. It was her turn to be embarrassed, she supposed. She hid behind her hair, looking off at the woods.

He looked down at her, kinda surprised in the way she asked it. He watched her sink down. He regretted mentioning that part of it but she was probably gonna ask about it anyway, or assume that. You'd think that people would stay in groups just because. He shook his head. "It's okay, he was really just an acquaintance from Before." He said calmly and in a comforting tone. Though there was nothing comforting about what he saw that day. More of what he had to do that day. "Its probably been longer for you, should I be worried about you being loco?" He did the sign for 'crazy' in a teasing way, hoping to lighten her mood.

Mercy glanced at him and he was able to get a small chuckle out of her. "I don't even know, myself. Guess we'll have to wait and see." She tilted her head and looked at the sky. "Oh, but you might want to lock up that fire poker. It might be my new weapon of choice." She grinned, glancing at him.

He grinned a bit, it looked like he didn't do it too often and possibly was out of practice somehow. He rubbed a hand over his face, dusk would be hitting quite soon. He looked back at her. "I have other, sharper, forms of weaponry, you know. And ones with bullets." He rolled his eyes. "Ones that I probably won't be pissed if you bend."

"Mmm, and yet you only make the fire poker seem more attractive. I mean, just imagine it-" She stood and took a running step toward him, faking a bat swing at his head. "You would be terrified. AND I can be annoying too. Just," she poked his arm with her finger. "Poke you to death. And the Misted wouldn't stand a CHANCE."

He stared at her, she looked like a disney princess having a moment. He snickered, not flinching as she flung her imaginary weapon at his face. "I don't think I'd be scared. Considering I like my face. And most likely whatever else you're going to poke on me." He blinked innocently at her.