Mercy moved to go back to her punching bag, then paused. If someone was really after Eriko, perhaps it would be wiser to conserve her energy. What she'd done so far was more of a warm-up, anyway. Nodding to herself, Mercy walked over to one of the many lockers Eriko had thrown open and whipped a towel around her neck, feeling refreshed.
"It's been too long since I worked out," Mercy muttered. "If only they had a shooting range or something here. That'd be relaxing."
"It'd also give us access to guns," Eriko pointed out.
Mercy grinned a little. "Oh, please. Put a gun in my hand and I'd be in my element. Heck, I'd probably just take all the guns from the range and stash them inside my room."
She giggled. "It does look fitting when I imagine you with a rifle strapped to your back. It's hard to tell what it is about you, but you have the look of a hunter."
"My father's friend used to say the same thing," Mercy replied, her grin only growing. She was about to sit down next to Eriko when someone knocked on the door, causing both of the girls' heads to turn.
Eriko stood immediately. Cracking her knuckles, Mercy brandished her towel like a potential whip and made her way over to the door, grin having vanished. She assumed her usual calm and indifferent look, opened the door and faced Madoka, who stood meekly.
Admittedly, seeing the harmless little Ultimate Lucky Student relieved most of Mercy's tension. Wearing a bit of a sideways smirk, she placed one hand on her hip and the other on the doorframe for support. "You're one of the last people I expected to be here. Not trying to work out, are you?"