"Gotta survive mechanic hours somehow." She grinned as she took the cup to take a drink. She just needed the caffeine most days, if she wanted flavor she'd make your cocoa: spicy, milky, lots of chocolate.
"Itchy. Annoying." Mercy shrugged, "I keep breaking it in my life I'm gonna need a bionic one." She wiggled the fingers of the broken hand. "I limp a bit on four legs, and will probably get glared at and put back in a casts later but shifted is fine with me. Unless you want to talk and run, then this way is better."