Fray blinked. The screaming cop was totally not her problem. She never, ever thought she would regard her sister as mellow, but compared to this chick, Erin was really, really chill.
It was sort of a shame Deb didn't tackle her; Mel could have used a good fight just then, and beating a slayer was tough, even if you HAD bullets. The angry chick pushed past her and out the office door, and was going for the outer doors.
Mel didn't move.
Laws made her itchy. They always had, even Erin. Something about them and their jobs (maybe the fact that Mel was, in her other life, a thief) made her bristle. Her attitude problem was worse in the presence of police--unless they, like Erin and her 'calvary,' were helping her save the world.
Which was not what this lady was doing. So. Not her problem. She could wait.
Mel hopped up onto the counter and sat, hands with blue nails grasping the edges, and waited. She'd be able to hear the reaction to the outside world from here, and then if this woman wanted her help, well, she could ruttin' ask for it.