Fletcher gently led Melinda through the door, glad to see he'd helped somewhat. He was already making silent notes about what to tell Marek. At least, he figured she'd want him to know. He was a little surprised that she didn't wait for Marek, but he supposed you could only do so much when it came to your twin being...well, as it was now.
Once they got to the desk, he moved off to the side, but still in visual range. He didn't figure he needed to be right next to Melinda. She was a big girl, she just...needed assurances sometimes. He gave them both small smiles before letting his gaze drop to the floor. He was sure they'd ask for help if they needed it.