The hostess looks surprised at first, then relieved, but then almost guilty. She had heard Marcy's reasons for staying, and naturally, that impacted her in a complex way. Almost trying to talk her out of it, "I think it has been awhile since I saw a young girl who behaved so selflessly. You know that we'll be just fine if you don't want to eat here right? Just hearing that you are thinking about us will make us work harder to make Finest Hour great."
Marcy looks bashful but sincere, "I know that I don't have to do it. In the end, it probably won't change your situation. But, if I'm willing to run away when the stakes are low, then what is going to happen when the stakes couldn't be higher? I want to help because that makes me better at helping, you know."
The hostess can barely contain herself with how precious this child was. Now with a fire in her eyes, she was dedicated to making sure their dining experience was the best possible. "In that case, let me bring you to your table right away. I can't promise we can get the displays back up, but I happen to have the next best thing." Turning to face Momoko, "And by the way, your little sister is precious, I'm jealous."
Taking the pair to the first room on their left, the room does feel rather out of place without the giant projection field down. Taking the centerpiece away from the room definitely made the place feel empty, but it was this quiet and empty feeling that made Marcy feel more comfortable with the situation as a whole. Thinking on the attack, she doesn't have much to say to Momoko herself.