Mercy, like the coyote that was her second form, was a very adaptable woman. Being adaptable didn't mean that she had to like the situation in which found herself, of course, but it did mean that even when life threw her lemons, she could make lemonade with them... Or, more likely in her case, lemon bars. Or lemon merengue pie.
Mmm, pie sounded really darn good right about then.
But there was no time for pie right now, sadly. At that moment, Mercy was on a mission, and that mission was to potentially feed two confused, suddenly displaced werewolves. Soon after getting hired on at the shop, Mercy had bought a beater car- a 72 Beetle with some serious body issues, multiple colors, and a little bit of rust in the undercarriage. The interior still needed a fair bit of help, too, but she'd gotten it running and it was something close to being almost reliable. That was something she could work with. She pulled some clothes that weren't grease-stained and headed out to the store.
It was a very good thing she made decent money at the shop. Because the steaks and chicken and vegetables she picked up, most of which was meant for Adam and Mac (she'd grabbed a few things for herself as well) had taken up a large portion of last week's paycheck. "Gotta remember to get a membership to Sam's Club," she muttered to herself, loading the groceries into the front of the car.
From there, it didn't take her long to get to the diner where Adam and Mac were waiting on her. She didn't doubt that Adam, at least, would know it was her as soon as she pulled up. Most people these days would be embarassed to show up anywhere in a car like this these days.