Mercy dared not admit aloud the relief she felt at his statement, though she knew he could smell it coming off of her. "That's not my fault - It's not like I go looking for trouble." And she didn't, not really. She just wanted to take care of those she cared for. Like Jesse. And Adam.
When he relaxed as well, Mercy shut her eyes at last and lay her head against the seat's back. If she didn't know any better, she might have thought he was reading her mind, but Adam definitely didn't wasn't a mind reader. Keeping her eyes shut hid her annoyance at how well he seemed to be reading her, but the words eased her own deep, internal fear and anger. She hated being angry, and Adam just seemed to generally terrify her....particularly during conversations like this.
At the question, she opened her eyes to look over at the menu. After a moment, Mercy shrugged. "Three double cheeseburgers, large fry, large diet Coke. Two large fries," she amended, sitting up a bit as the anticipation of being fed swept through her. At least to a werewolf, her choice in meal wouldn't seem strange - shifting, no matter the form, took a lot of energy.