Genie sneezed reflexively at the lingering scent of smoke, much like a dog would in response to a scent. "I'm not sick, I promise. Just all this cold air in the sinuses," she said breezily to reassure them.
"Hi, Melinda," Genie said brightly, giving her a warm smile and a quick look over. Attractive, a few years older than her, and in a gorgeous sweater and pair of jeans. Genie only had on a nice long sleeve with a thin knitted scarf and a pair of worn jeans that clung in all the right places. Her boots were nice, though. "Hi, Dominic." She looked him over as well, giving him a likewise warm smile.
"Ahhh, individual, please," she said, backing Melinda up. Apparating was offputting enough without doing a double with someone who didn't seem confident in it. Splinching would be more than unpleasant; St Mungos figuring out what she was would be even worse.