Happy to get off the ship for the first time in awhile, Mel follows Damon and whoever else disembarks off into the docking bay. She stretches her arms out over her head, making a couple of noisy pops and sighing in relief...then pauses warily at the sight of the brute squad welcoming committee.
After a second she relaxes a bit, realizing the men are probably just laborers or cargo handlers. Still, it seems a bit funny to her that they'd be lined up behind the guy like that. Maybe they just did things differently here.
She glanced at Damon expectantly, clearly figuring he'd take the lead.