Melinda nodded once. "Nights where no one dies are good," she agreed, and she was just getting sillier by the moment, wasn't she? As she spoke, she tugged at the ends of her sleeves unthinkingly, making sure her Mark was covered. "Is there anything else I should do?" Melinda was trying very hard not to regret coming, but she really wanted to be elsewhere now, back in the room with the charms and the inanimate objects. There were two ways she was okay with relating to people: fighting and fucking, and she was not particularly interested in either of those with the hitwizard. She supposed Marek was an exception to this rule, but then again, she never felt so much herself as when they were squabbling or snarking, so maybe not.