A faint swishing rustle is heard from the brush; a moment later, a young woman emerges.  Apart from the velvety black cat ears and tail, she is human.  Her dusky brown hair falls partway in her face, and her dark eyes flash in what might be a smile as she breezes calmly past the... company ahead.  Finding a tree, Melody leans against it and raises a hand to her face, tapping her cheek as she observes the spectacle with a sort of morbid fascination.