The goddess was anxious. Melinda wondered briefly if her head was going to explode, the sheer energy within her was reaching a boiling point. On the surface however, the doctor was composed, a slight smile to her lips, "It is part of the job," though she could pick up on the nervous gestures of the fire fighter. She reached out a hand without thinking to cover the one that picked at his food...and just as quickly drew it back. "I -- "
The return of the waitress saved her from an awkward stumble. The pie and coffee were set before her as she rubbed her hand gently as if she'd been shocked. Whether it was the actual physical contact or the sure knowledge the rose within her, she had to know. "You must carry a lot of responsibility," she said, looking at him as if for confirmation. "What drew you to your job?" Melinda felt like she was fighting a battle with herself to stay calm. Breath. Fix her coffee. Breath.