So much had happened in the last three months alone that it really shouldn’t have surprised Willow to find one more familiar face in Utopia, yet here she stood, surprise hitting like a punch to the face as she was stared down by none other than Mercuria the circus freak (affectionate). Wide eyed and mouth falling agape, Willow pointed back just as accusingly, because in what world did Mercuria show up in Utopia, of all places? Davy made sense, Davy had been looking for her, but Mercuria?
"What the ******** are you–" she began to blurt out back, then reflexively stopped, aware of how public this was, then decided <******** it, and went right back to pointing. "No, yeah, what the ******** are you doing here?"