Melanie relaxes a little, relieved that Aziraphale seems to at least be getting used to the idea. If she could have discouraged Illyria from visiting, she would have tried, but the god-king didn't strike her as the sort who'd take 'no' for an answer. Negotiating a truce regarding Aziraphale had seemed like the most she could do.

"She did say it might be a few days," she offers. Maybe that's a good thing? Or maybe that just means Aziraphale is going to spend the next few days hovering around the flat and waiting for the inevitable. "Maybe--"

A tell-tale creak from the hallway floorboards pulls her up short. She can't smell anyone out in the hallway - Aziraphale made sure of that - but there's nothing to stop her hearing, and she's especially attuned to the sound of anyone just outside their door. The angel has made it clear that there's no need for her to hide herself away from whoever might stop by, but if it is someone besides Bee or Daniel… maybe she should find something to do a bit farther from the door.

"There's someone out there now," she says, swinging her legs off the side of her chair, ready to move quick if she needs to.