[All but immediately, Mary is running into the middle of the Meeting Hall and swiping a handful of the paper scraps meant for voting, as well as a few pencils. She jumps up onto a table, waving them in the air with oblivious abandon to the, likely, uh, overall mood of the room.]

Hey, hey! Let's draw together! Draw happy things about our friend! I'm going to draw Sir Bobchin and Lady Red and they'll say cluck cluck cluck, get better soon!

[She might still not quite understand the severity, of, um, well, this.]