[ She doesn't understand what that shuffle of fabric is, but she guesses that it must be a bow of some sort with the way the necklace is out of sight. Mary places the arm down and stands up with the same caution a cat would. There's a cracking sound from the joints of her knee. ]

Ah... it's alright. You sound like you don't wanna fight either, so I figure I'm safe. My friends... [ She looks out toward where the skyline will be. ] I'm more worried about them, but they know not to mess with stuff. It's just weird being apart.

[ She trusts that they will be fine when it comes to avoid getting killed since they don't want to go through all that again — especially when they've been brought back to life. Mary offers a bigger smile, then goes in for her own customary bow. ]

Uh... I'm Mary Phillips.