Melinda had heard his footsteps -- a distand sound tugging at the back of her mind which is the only place her frustration and anger would allow. It wasn't until she heard the clearing of his voice that she had to address the fact that someone had actually walked up to her. And she jumped, of course. She looked up, not really sure what she was planning on doing, but the thought was lost instantly when she recognized it was Terence.
At least it wasn't someone who was going to try to kill her. She assuned.
She didn't protest the jacket being placed on her shoulders, even though it smelt like smoke and it made her stomach a little queasy. It was warm, at least, and somewhere underneath the smoke there was a faint musk and the smell of wood that she appreciated.
"No," she said, a bit on the petulant side. "Just letting boys get to me. It's stupid, anyways."