Mel was glad she wasn't going to ask for Faith's autograph, but that was the level of weird it was for her to be talking to her. Later, awake, she'd figure she was cool and collected only because it was a dream, and that when she finally met Faith in person, she'd do something like stab herself with her own knife.
"I know," Mel said. "You're, uhm... famous? And you're right. I'm a Slayer. Kind of."