Melissa paused when addressed by the doctor, offering him a brief smile, a nod of acknowledgment, and a bright,chipper "Morning." Looking around the room--and turning when someone else entered, giving a brief wave when the leather-clad woman saluted--presented a bit of an odd dichotomy. On the one hand, they had the biker and the scantily-clad hispanic woman, whose mere presence made Melissa feel uncomfortably over dressed; but then there was the doctor and the almost-certainly-military blonde, the latter of whom set Mel's mind back at ease. Even if she was overdressed, she wouldn't be the<em>most</em>overdressed.<br/><br/>That last of those people had come to talk to her, giving Melissa something other than other people's outfits to focus on. "Ah, of course." She responded with a smile, though not--even if the military woman was close enough--an handshake; she'd shake the woman's hand if it was offered to her, though not be the one to initiate such a gesture. A habit she'd picked up a few years back; some people were put off by the gesture. "Melissa Ling. From the Ministry. Telepath, actually, and no, I'm not your reading your mind." The corners of her lips twitched up into a brief smile. She didn't expect the reassurance to be necessary, more part of a modest joke to help keep the mood light, but... well, some people did have sort of interesting ideas about that kind of thing.