Clearly, she had to check out the woods. Something was up. As usual. But stabbing wasn't something lurks typically did. And a cop found him. They were useful, sometimes. It's what she'd always told Erin. Laws were fine when they didn't get in the way.
"C'mon, the extra attention's clearly because you're cuter than the stuffy British guy they were keeping in here."
Mel said it without shame, without any color flooding her face. She told things as they were, always had. It was easier.
She already knew his name, from the chart, but she nodded anyway. "You too, Stab Wounds."
Eventually, Mel would have to find out where Giles had gone, if they'd moved his room or if they'd sent him home. Was Sunnydale home? She didn't think so. He had to have a place somewhere here. She was pretty sure he wasn't dead. That would suck. And it would mean a lot of things changed. Mel didn't think it worked that way, her being here. It all had to stay pretty much the same, right?