The accent was charming really. Melinda smiled a bit at the drawl and sipped her coffee. "Very well then...Jack." She leaned forward, "But only if you promise not to call me, m'am again. It's Melinda." She never got why some of her colleagues always insisted on being called by their titles at all times. She thought it was a little weird. Even with her patients she allowed them to be as formal or informal as needed for them to be comfortable. The respect was earned, not given. Perhaps that is what was winning her so many Followers. "Supposedly this place is famous for their pies. But I guses even they can have an off night," she seemed almost playful in her mannerisms. Isis' rapid fire emotions making her nearly giddy with relief and gladness.
"Ah," the goddess mused. "Family. I come from a fairly large one myself. Sisters and brothers." A soft laugh came to her lips as the blending of family relations colored her thoughts for both mortal and god soul, "If it is not one thing, it seems to be another. Only our siblings seem to have that ability. To bring out our best or worst at any given moment by knowing us so well. Blessing and curse I guess."