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Hearing her name called across a space wasn't anything unusual for a woman who worked as a waitress. What was unusual was that it was her last name and it was pronounced almost properly. Almost. Most people gave it a long a like it was spelled (ay gurl) rather than the short i sound it was; she couldn't blame them. English was a pretty ridiculous language and her last name was Indian.

Turning and seeing the dog more than the professor she cooed and reached out a finger to be sniffed. "Good morning, sweetie pie." Her smile turned up towards the unknown professor. "Can I help you?"

At the mention of 'working' Melina blinked a bit. She wasn't really socially progressive enough to understand that small dogs could be considered therapy dogs just as much as shepherds or retrievers. "Oh...uhm. Sorry." Her hand withdrew though her look was very obviously 'that's ridiculous'. Especially since he was sitting there, staring at her, obviously wanting to be petted. Or, at least, that was her interpretation of his big eyes and hers was right.

Obviously.

The question startled the brunette a bit as she turned her head to look for the ever-present stalker (no, not Zac Bantock) and seeing nothing. She could feel eyes staring at her and shifted awkwardly. "I'm not seeing things no one else can see, which is a good thing, as schizophrenia starts making itself known around this age. But there is this bird..." A breath, blown out, knowing this was ridiculous and that being afraid was twice as ridiculous, but she was. "It just is always there. It knows where I am, you know?"