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By the magic of handwavey, Mel's visited both Steph and Zuko, and although she's in a bad mood, we'll assume she didn't actually kill either of them.

So. Security-type in the bar, exercising on top of a table in the booth.

She's getting stronger. She's sure of it.

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There is major shyness and nervousness as Billy sees Mel. He gulps. Then he nods, straightens his shoulders, and approaches.

"Um, hello, Mel?"

She looks exactly like the way Stephanie described her.

That's not hard, really. How many other young women around here have multicoloured hair and a big red stabby thing?

...don't answer that. Mel glances up from a one handed pushup, and cocks a grin, even through her irritation at a thousand things that aren't this kid.

"That's me."

he looks uncertain, but agains squares his shoulders and approaches a bit more.

"Ah, hi! I'm Billy... you're Steph's friend, yes?"

Ah, teenage nerves.

"Billy? Really?"

Mel grins wider, rolling off the table to offer a hand. "Goodta meetya finally."

He grins and blushes slightly as he takes her hand and shakes it.

"Really... and good to meet you too. Steph talks about you a lot. And Hank says you are pretty cool, too."

he grins, a little easier.

Mel nods firmly. "S'cause I am cool," she tells him, rolling her eyes though. "So cool that I'm not even gonna bother giving to the thrid degree about your intentions towards my sister before I turn you right round and inform you the stupid idiot got herself celled again."

He laughs.

Then he groans.

"Oh no... not again..."

he facepalms.

"What happenned?"

"Fighting with perhaps the only rutter in the bar with a temper to match hers," Mel says with a shrug. "She's only in overnight. No serious damage except to everyone's pride, and the feelings of a baby dinosaur. Com'on, I'll let you in to see her."

Billy nods, and sighs.

"Thanks. I knew she had one... ah well. Thanks, Mel... we can talk more again later?"

he grins a little as they go.

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"You," observes Slack, who is sorting through old manilla file folders at a nearby table, "look like today is not your day, Miss Fray."

Accidental rhyme.

Go figure.

"It's really really not been," Mel agrees, soming up from a situp to hug her knees. "Tell me you're not going to make it worse and I'll buy you a drink."

"I can promise I won't. No motive," she points out, cramming the folders back into a leather backpack.

Stupid desk work. What kind of prostitute/truck driver does desk work anyway?

"Who needs motives?" Mel says, rolling her eyes.

True to her word, however she flags down a waitrat. "What's your poison?"

"Strega. Blame Ray." Slack had never had strega before Milliways, and now she's an addict.

"Motives tend to be important at the strangest times. But, then again, around here it seems like they're not half as neccessary."

"Strega, then," Mel tells the rat. "Whatever that is.

"So how've you been... Slack, right?"

"Yep. Hard name to forget, I guess -- the puns that come out of it? They don't end. Ever. New one every day."

"Which has to be better than the same old boring ones about 'Fray'," Mel points out.

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"Well well well. Lookit who managed t'escape Mike's excellent nursin' capabilties." Mel, there's an Ace sprawled on of benches connected to your booth. So very sorry.

Mel pauses, mid-squat. "I'm supposed to be bed-bound now?"

"... Considerin' how long it's been since I've seen y'last an' we're both in the same bar? Yeah. One way or another." There's all sorts of bed-bound.

"True," Mel admits, and shrugs, sliding down onto the bench "I've been recovering, kinda. You up for an exchange of stories now?"

"Sure thing." She nods.

The expectant look that follows indicates that Ace isn't about to go first.

"All right," Mel flags down a rat and demandds fries and cocoa from it.

"We got Indy back."

Ace's turn.

Oh, is that how it's gonna be?

"Got shot by Daleks. How did'y'get Indy back?" Fries and cocoa is an excellent idea.

How else will they ever actually share stuff?

Mel's cocoa is alcoholic. She forgot to tell the rat otherwise. Oops.

"He sent a message to Lilly via this crystal thing. Mikey and me went through a portal provided by Svava and killed a lot of Nazis.

"How badly'd you get hurt?"