So he thought she was… keen to jump, of course he did. Mercy shook her head vigorously. “Oh, no, I’m not—I don’t want to jump,” she said. She gave a pointed glance down at the ground, quite a way from their current perch. Of course, if she wasn’t in it to jump, she was going to have a hard time explaining what was going on right about then.
She cleared her throat and straightened up. “Yeah, I’m… Mercy the mechanic,” she said. “Mercy Thompson.” She straightened up a little.
“Is this your, uh, nest?” she asked, because what else was she supposed to say? Yeah, so this place smells a lot like you, do you live up here or what? That’d go over about as well as the Hindenburg. She edged a little further away from the edge of the building. You know. Just in case.