Sitting up languidly and crossing her legs, a pleasant smirk formed on her lips. "Hey, gorgeous."
It was fascinating to watch someone's body language change from they faced an enemy to when they faced...well, someone nonthreatening. She recalled the two times in the past he had been involved in her deliciously vile little plots. Holding his girl for ransom, using him as bait. To her dismay, she barely noticed the bullet wounds. If Henry took her gaze as an appreciation of his physical form, Brandy wasn't going to argue. Better to think she was a shallow broad than a calculating killer.
Standing up, Brandy approached the handsome, young man, her smile widening. Then she held out a hand. "I've been learning my manners." She informed him, so that he wouldn't think she was tricking him into getting tackled.