Mercy couldn’t help but caress the other’s cheek to calm her. At first, Moira flinched away from the touch, but relaxed when she felt the other’s warm hand against her, “It’ll be alright, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” She muttered, her hand gliding down Moira’s cheek to her chin where she tapped a sharp fingernail against the bottom of her chin, forcing Moira to hold her head up higher, “There, show some confidence! It’ll be over before you even know it.” With that, the demon brought both her hands out in front of her, towards Moira without touching her, a small grin on her face as she began working, her eyes becoming blood red once again, her fingers dancing in the air as she began to do just as the formula was supposed to do: change Moira’s own D.N.A so that she could turn invisible, or fade, at will, for a short time.