It was funny to her that he seemed to expect to wield a flimsy IV thing at her, at first. Mel survived Urkonn throwing steel girders at her face.
... most people would use the door.
Mel looked at him like he was completely out of his mind. "I'm not most people," she said with a shrug.
She took off the backpack that was on her shoulders and set it on the floor, pursing her lips slightly in thought. She crossed the room to the door and checked the number on the outside. It was the right room, but still no Giles. Disappointing. She turned back around and shut the door halfway, walking over to her new hospital friend with the nice smile.
"Right room," Mel said, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. "Wrong guy. You don't look stuffy and British." She leaned forward as if she'd inspect him further, both eyebrows raising and a smile creeping across her face. "Are you stuffy and British?"