Mel opened the Jeep door and jumped out, shutting it behind her with a really satisfying slam. She followed Harry into the burger place.
He wasn't the only one getting weird looks. She'd left the non-concealable weapons in the car, but there was an old lady openly gaping at Fray's appearance. It might be the hair. Or the tattoo. Or the midriff. She couldn't be sure, and really didn't care.
She looked at all the pictures of food. This was weird. Most places Fray ate, there weren't pictures, and you got what they gave you. Granted, a lot of her meals were eaten in bars.
Mel shook her head. "I'm trustin' you on this one."