She murmurs the Italian equivalent of 'dork' before straining to hear or feel if any means of transportation is going to show. That no other being is lining up to board is somewhat eerie, but only minorly so, since there are other stops.

With lips slightly parted, Mel takes to studying Damien again, a ghost of a smile just starting to form then falling back into a neutral place. "You want to take my picture?"