Melinda blushed again and stood, having done all she knew to do. "Well. I didn't die, and neither did you, so." Although she was sure she'd have a nasty bruise somewhere from that tumble. The road here was hard cobblestone. Although, he didn't seem to know who she was, which was for the better, she thought, so it was far less foolhardy than he might think. A meek little bookworm from a research division would have been foolish, yes, but one who had a night job relying on dueling skills would acquit herself much better. As Melinda had.
She pushed a hand through her hair, fidgeting nervously and waiting for any further direction for how else she might help. Death Eater she might be, but the Ministry was on their side and she was representing it right now, one way or the other. "And yes, that would be me. I've got a temporary solution I can rig if I can't get it fixed properly tonight," she said, referring to her work. "Then you won't have to see me again." Instantly she realized that sounded very bad and blushed furiously. "I mean...you know. Next time the right person will show up." That didn't sound great either. Oh dear. Melinda was speaking Introvert.