A hearty chuckle brewed from beneath warming breath corresponding with her small, warm smile. She beams inspection unto the other rather analytically, as if a cast of doubt overshadowed confidence of her companions words. "I'm zertain you can handle zomething zhis trivial. If rezeive any injuries, I will be right beside you."
—— A nod is given in reply to the older woman before her, gaze kept towards nothing in particular rather than the person speaking. She saw no use retaliating with any form of sarcasm in response to words of encouragement given to her, so she simply gave a small hum, followed by a ❛ got it, ❜ spoken quickly in a soft, flat tone. Pursing her lips to form a thin line, Melanie finally turned her attention to the Doctor, musing a ❛ thank you. ❜ in regards to her last statement.