Before she could think to breathe, there stood a man, as if he had always been. His features were catching, inhuman in most circles, and her eyes locked instantly to his form. The combination of shock, distress, and another's unusual traits and words made her heart skip and her mind wonder if she was currently hallucinating. A dream of the dying, perhaps. Melissa couldn't be certain.

The only truth that remained was her very human reactions, and her tears grew threefold.

"Y-Yes," she stammered, scrambling to her feet. It was no easy feat with the baby. "I'm M-Melissa Ranger. I'm--" So thankful. She just couldn't finish.