Melinda just rolled her eyes a little at the greeting and stood up, checking her wand and then going to open the door. There was some irony in Ella talking about getting acquainted with her face when her face was quite securely covered, she reflected as she opened the door. She had perfected beaming the judginess through her eyes only, so she subjected Ella to a brief judgy stare once the door was open. "You have to get a lot taller before your vagina comes anywhere near my face," she said, stepping out and closing the door, locking it behind her. One never knew.
"The Leaky?" she said, resisting the urge to fidget with her scarf and trying to sound casual. Melinda was still trying to figure out how exactly she felt about Ella now, and how Ella felt about her. She'd felt horribly betrayed, but did that really matter now? Melinda felt betrayed by everyone these days, really. She'd found out that apparently, no one really gave a shit about the cause, the one that was the entire reason she'd still been fighting. She knew it wasn't really the case, but she felt abandoned, not to mention mightily naive and stupid.