Melissa likewise followed down the stairs, at first momentarily surprised by the new people, until she got far enough into the room in order to get a good look.  The man in leather didn't bother her overly much; she would have rather known about the boy coming in, but it wasn't as though she was running around in pajamas at the moment.  The wings, however, quickly caught her attention.<br/><br/>It just didn't make any sense to her, and she found herself staring, running her thoughts over and over again like a feedback loop.  This couldn't be a prank on her, that much she knew.  It wasn't that her sisters were physically incapable of pulling pranks, but mentally, emotionally, she just knew with absolute certainty that they wouldn't want to hurt or play with her like that.  This just had to be real...<br/><br/>...unless it was a play.  If that was the case, she had to stay quiet and not interrupt, because they would ignore her.  As long as no one deliberately said anything to her, she could rationalize everything.  She stayed back a little so as not to mess up their rehearsal.