'Sorry!' she calls, and exits the bathroom, where she changed pretty fast and did her hair in a ponytail, staunchly refusing to look in the mirror, because vanity? Totally the sign one is unsuited to saving the whole damn frickin' world.

'Though,' Mel announces, trying to make Lola feel more comfortable about the whole 'you're my soulmate but I have to hide this from you' thing, 'It's just rain, right? And aren't angels meant to, like, make friends with all the little molecules? Like wall molecules, remember?' She does, right? Giving Mel advice on how to make the little wall molecules friends with her. And tobe honest, she's a hell of a lot more worried about this now than she was a month ago.

She coughs, and grabs a hoodie, tying her trainers, tensely cool and not bothered about anything.