Mel didn't feel the needle, which was a damn good thing for Wes. Had she, it's likely Wes would've been lying on the ground with a broken jaw. And that was because she liked him.
Her blue eyes did not blink, and nothing moved. Nothing. Not a twitch of the mouth for one of her smirks, not a readjustment to get more comfy, not even a shift in the hand inside the fingerless gloves holding that sphere.
There was nothing there, besides her body and the fire in the middle of the purple crystal. Fray was a million and a half miles away.