Melanie was more than a tad confused by the reaction. Sure, four arms and glowing eyes might be a little weird on the surface, but not if she was a mirror images of him in that specific regard. The ant man was wailing like a kid. Melanie didn't like kids, or more realistically, had no idea what to do with them. As a start, she cleared her throat, forcing a softer tone onto herself. "Hey pal... you gather things? I like to gather things too, and I'm not gonna hurt you." She never did make the smartest decisions, but for whatever reason, it felt necessary to make herself seem like less of a threat to convince him to pipe up, and so she patted herself down thoroughly. "Look, not a weapon on me. Now if I could help you to your feet, you could give me an idea of where I might find my friends."