Well, if he wasn't just the most sunny and optimistic person Mercy had ever met. She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded at his request. She could at least be decent enough to let him know. Although, truth told, she had an inkling that she wasn't going to find anything.
Okay, that wasn't strictly true; she'd find something in there, she was sure. She just wouldn't find a replacement transmission, or the equipment to fix the damage. Maybe the fuel pump and the--whatever. She was going to look. No use making her decisions about what she was going to find in there.
She gave him a salute. "Nice to meet you, Daryl," she said. She turned to walk backwards toward the station. "If I find anything, good or bad, I'll let you and everybody else know, okay?" And she was going to at least try and stay positive until she got in that station.