"It's Melanie!" Orisa immediately relaxes, loosening her coils and sliding down Aziraphale's arm a little ways. Aziraphale feels oddly shy having her talk directly to the girl, but Orisa doesn't seem to care as she says, "Hallo darling. I'm called Orisa. Quite a lovely beassst you've got there!"

After regarding both Orisa and the dog uncertainly, Aziraphale turns his attention to Melanie, smiling kindly and reaching out to stroke her hair. "Have you been all right?" he asks with mild concern. "Managing all by yourself?"

"She's not by herself, sssilly," says Orisa. "She's got her friend here, just as you've got me. You can take care of yourself, can't you?" She slithers easily from Aziraphale's arm onto Nikolaos' immense head and shoulders, curling around comfortingly. Aziraphale suffers a moment of displaced tension at the contact, but it's fine - in fact, it's rather nice.