[202 Kitchen]

[grabber_fray]

In a certain light, Mel looks like an average wieght girl with a paunched belly.

In another light, she looks like a once skinny and muscular girl who's three months pregnant. It depends on what you expect her to look like, really.

Right now, she's in the kitchen of 202, rooting through cans. Tris' list of Do Not Eats hasn't left much, really.

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[whatstocome]

Buffy pokes her head in.

And clears her throat. "Hey, am I -- am I intruding?"

[grabber_fray]

Mel glances up and treats the unrecognised new person to a grin. "Hey, no. I;m just trying to find something my doctor's gonna let me eat."

She glances down at the opened tin in her hand, and holds it out. "You like tuna?"

[whatstocome]

"Guess there's no nonfat yoghurt," she says ruefully, and steps inside. "Thanks."

"I'm Buffy."

Introductions first. Non-invasive doctory questions later.

[grabber_fray]

"Mel," is the answer, accompanied by a cheerful shake of the head. "Not even any regular fat yoghurt. Sorry.

"You new, or have I been to self involved to notice you before?"

[talkback]

Poking his head through the door, he doesn't even notice her. What he does notice is the sign.

"Huh, wouldn't you know it? Booger brain was right, there is a notice asking us not to leave."

[grabber_fray]

Mel glances over at him, and then at the sign in question, and then at him.

"Well, it's more of an 'at your own risk' job," she informs him. "Y'know, with the vampires."

[talkback]

"I thought there was only the one?"

Not well up on current events, our Chase.

[grabber_fray]

"One can make more," she points out. "We were attacked by a bunch during the rescue. No point risking it."

[tyrantmaker]

What about in dim light?

Wesker's piled onto the end of a sofa, still a little groggy from painkillers. He looks up when he hears her movement.

He's reading Angua's Book of Dangers, from the very beginning.

[grabber_fray]

The big one? The one entitled Sentient Species of the Discworld and How to Kill Them?

Yeah, that gets a lot of reading.

Eventually she finds something she's allowed - water chestnuts which she adds to noodles - and comes into the living room to sit down. The stranger gets a nod. "You're new too, right?"

[tyrantmaker]

Look at all the creatures that could be classified as monsters in here. It's like getting the dream shopping catalog when your phone's disconnected, your internet's down, and you never actually get to go to the store. Wesker's very nearly in (more) physical pain here.

"Just dropped in." His voice is listless, the color drained out of it by shock and grief. Or deliberate acting, but why would anyone do that? Look at the man, he's had a bad day. "Same with you?"

[grabber_fray]

"Nah, I've been here about six months," she says, shaking her head. "I just met another new person, is all. I'm Mel."

She'll ask exactly if he's OK later. It could well be disorientation.