Terry looked up to her father and gave a quick smile. "Thank you." She pulled off her scarf and walked further into the church. "You clean up pretty nice yourself." She stuck out her tongue in jest, and walked forward to pass the back pews.
She looked around the church, a little disappointed that the majority of the back pews were occupied by those who came in earlier. She had wanted to get a full view of the entire display. The majority of the people there were dressed up in their finer clothes - mostly in dark colors - typical of the New York types - although there appeared to be several in scrubs. Must've just gotten off their shifts at the hospital.
She wasn't sure if it was the setting or the sentiment that dwelled in her heart, but she felt inclined to send up a prayer to the Blessed Mother for those who were not physically capable to attend mass. She rested a hand on the side of one of the pews, and looked behind her shoulder to her father. "Is this ok?"