Mokuren tried her best not to melt, but it was hard. The gaze, was not unfriendly, and she wasn't brushed off without a care. But then, when Skyra made a comment about smelling bad, Moku lept into action. 
"No! nonono! You...you, smell, good, actually. Nice" She blurted out, and then simply stood, waiting for the fallout to burn her to a cinder and leave nothing left but boots. Why boots, she didn't know, but they always seemed to survive, even when the feet inside them had been vaporized.