Mellie whips her head around as she hears a voice that doesn't sound like it should be singing 'It's a Small World After All'. An adult man's voice, and, giving herself a second to look at his face, she can't help but think it's owner is pretty cute. And then the big red astronaut thing is walking towards her, and she stumbles backwards with the rescued brownie in her arms. The poor thing looks shell-shocked and clings to her shoulder.

"I'm okay, but someone's going to get hurt with all this stuff falling down!"

Something in Mellie's mind keeps blaring the alarm bells of 'this is nuts', but she's somehow able to put that aside and let the part of her that believes in weirdness and conspiracies and madness take over. There's no time to balk.