She didn't stop in the bar. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She doesn't even know why she's here. She shouldn't be here.
Oh, right, because she wanted a shower and the window to her broken pipe now goes straight to the bar.
Mel walks straight upstairs at a steady pace, trailing her scythe behind her. Luckily the blood soaking her clothes dried on the journey back home, so she leaves no sticky footprints. Fully dressed in a dress shirt and combat pants, she steps into the shower and turns both taps on full. Then she just stands there, shower curtain still pulled back, and door to her bedroom wide open.
And she waits to start feeling something.