She makes a face at that remark, but her mind's clearly not minding that prospect. Not having to do anything would, at this moment in time, be totally awesome. Just lie there and let the world pass--okay, so she knows it wouldn't be. She knows that sort of depression is what she got when Helix, her inner angel, was offline, and she doesn't really want it again.

'I know you love me,' she replies, and puts her hand on Lola's shoulder. 'Love you too. And really--there's nothing to tell, or, or worry about. Or anything.'

That may have been overkill on the lying front. Mel quickly heads to the bathroom, grabbing combats and a sports top as she goes. The wardrobe door is still open, and the pashmina that smells of India is on her bed.