Merriweather was fixing up a plushie while she was sitting on the steps in the Hotel. She was just one of those sinners most people stayed away from considering her mind had mostly been gone and whatever she said confused or warranted someone. She wasn't the best type of person but her cheerful and unpredictable tendancies also made her approachable. She always seemed to have a smile but there were moments when she wouldn't.

She had looked down and realized her sewing kit was a bit away from her, and she sighed as she tried to reach it but she couldn't. That was until she saw someone come by. "Uhm excuse me! Can ya scoot that over 'ere?" For once a question had been normal, but what would happen once this was settled?