Find a telepath. Mel sighed. "I just want them to try to use their power on me. Not to hurt me. I have this inkling, but I can't test it with somebody who isn't one."
Maybe Pam would know of one. Any kind of psychic ability would do, maybe. As long as they weren't the passive ones.
"You don't have to take care of it." She said looking from Logan to her leg. Her attention then went to the dying woman. Mel moved closer to her. The smell of the death was sweet, and she breathed it in. There was a trick she'd learned, a dangerous one. She could do it with anybody that was on this side of the line of health, no matter the degree. That this woman was edged so close to dying didn't hurt anything.
Mel reached inside of the woman - figuratively, of course - and flipped the 'switch' that sped the process along. Within seconds she was gone, and Mel was absorbing the energy. That she was used to. That was familiar. It sent a shudder through her, pure pleasure. It also closed the wound on her leg completely, as if it had never been there.