Fray relaxed slightly. He knew Giles, it sounded like. He knew Rupert Giles. Whoa.
But the part about the Hellmouth behind her...
"There's one here?" Her eyes got wide, and very, very blue. She didn't know if she could deal with that. "Was... is that why...Shit."
... you're a Slayer.
Mel smiled, very very slightly. She didn't admit to it, but she wasn't about to hide it. She let her grip on the scythe slip, so that now she was merely holding it, not bracing with it or wielding it.
"How d'you know about slayers? And Giles, if you're not a Watcher? I mean you look sane, so..." Her slender shoulders shrugged. "Not complainin'. But people don't just know that stuff. And if they do, everyone else thinks they're completely splin."