Mel stepped back when Harry stepped forward. Harry could be anybody, especially considering he was talking about tears in reality.
Nice blade. Mel smirked. It was better than nice, it was fuckin' rocketship. Best lurk defense system in the whole world.
When he asked her name, Mel stood straighter. One eyebrow rose. She pushed strands of blue hair out of her eyes with a hand covered in a red fingerless glove.
"Fray," she said.
She slid the bag off her shoulder and let it drop to the ground with a clatter.