Mel shakes her off, only because she she still has the pride of someone who is perfectly capable of standing on her own, thank you. And she was using that hand to protect the burned one.

Even if she doesn't give a damn that there's still tears streaming down her face, and she doesn't try to take her scythe back.

(It's heavy though, Rachel. Heavier than you'd expect from watching Mel dance about with it)

"Caterpillars," she manages, following Rachel's lead, and not asking where to. "Avoid the hell out of them."

She then spits into the curve of her seized up palm.