She looked at the clearing, thinking of where to start. Jumping right in with point-blank shots was probably a bad plan. So Melody measured a distance that she thought she could handle and walked out to it.
The woman was there to assure that she could heal whatever damage Logan did, Mel reminded herself. She wasn't going to die or even need to go to the hospital from a bullet wound. However, it was going to hurt a hell of a lot if she wasn't able to do what she thought she could.
Melody thought it over again. There were varying types of energy in the world. Death energy was her specialty, that much was obvious. There was also psychic energy, which ... well. That was up in the air. And there was kinetic energy, and she knew she'd absorbed it before, but she hadn't done it at will, and she didn't know how far she could push that. Maybe working up to a bullet would have been better.
She was going to do this.
In place, Mel looked at Logan and gave him a single nod. She wasn't going to tell him where to shoot her. And she wasn't going to close her eyes. She had to be aware of where the bullet was.