Mel's smile became a grin. Okay, so this wasn't the getting-to-meet-the-legend thing. And she was worried about where Rupert Giles might've gotten to; he was supposed to have been on death's door. But other than Dawn, this was the first person in her age group to give Mel the time of day. The kids at the college weren't mean or anything, but they all had their lives and studying and most of the girls couldn't be bothered with her. A lot of 'em were pretty and not so brightly-colored. They looked at her weird.
Dawn and this guy did not.
"Rocketship. Hurray America."
She grabbed the chart from the foot of the bed and started reading it. It said his name was Julian, some stuff about how he was brought in, and...
"... stab wounds?"
One side of her mouth crept upward. She wanted to smile, but offending him wasn't on the to-do list. He had stab wounds? She thought about the amount of times she'd been stabbed, while on a grab or since she'd known she was the slayer. It wasn't a short list. Mel had a lot of scars, and two were very visible on her face.
He looked pretty much like he was in one piece, so he hadn't been stabbed anywhere clothes or a hospital gown wouldn't hide.
"I'm Mel," she said, putting the chart down and sticking her hand out.