She had an orange backpack on her back, and the scythe was sort of tied to it. Strands of bright blue hair fell over one eye like a veil. "Those gates?" She shook her head.
She'd fallen out of the sky here. From the future. And after getting settled, after getting a warm meal courtesy of Harry Dresden, Mel wanted to see if there was anything out here to indicate anything about anything. The whole thing, the portal? There had to be something physical left behind, didn't there?
Mel walked closer, looking at the guy and the gate he was looking at. Any other slayer's spidey senses would've been tingling. But Mel didn't have those. She couldn't tell with her gut that someone was a vampire, not all the time.