Mello is similarly drained by the transportation but isn't eager to remain on top of Mary anyway. His dismount is less elegant than he'd like, but the countless battles and training get him up on his feet soon enough. He takes a moment to adjust his sunglasses, before taking up a more dignified stance. Hands at the small of his back, his antennae twitch a few times as a sign of annoyance but he otherwise remains poker faced.

"Heads rolling is my idea of a joke." His voice is low, with a slight rasp to it, but it carries a sense of youth- he just has a husky voice. Internally, he's a mixture of excited and confused. A challenge seems to be in the cards, though what exactly it is unclear. Unlike Mary, he didn't get a briefing, not even one he didn't listen to. After all, he's not meant to be here.

Mello looks around, resists complimenting Mary on her aesthetic (he likes red and black and scary!), takes in the maze around them and ends up... lost. He was kind of hoping to be dropped right into the action. Where's the supremely powerful enemy to have a 1 v 1 fight with? Unless...

"Well? I came here for a challenge. Am I here to fight her?"

He may fight too much. There are other kinds of challenges.

"No! She's here to fulfil a divine mandate." Brief pause while The Voice decides to pounce on an opportunity. A freebie. "And you are here to aid her."

Mello sputters wordlessly for a moment. He's a sidekick.