Brooke was startled when she felt a cool hand over her mouth, the force pushing her against the back of the bench. She looked up at whoever it was an relaxed slightly when she saw it was only Damon. She didn't know which Damon, but it didn't really matter. She'd take Damon over being attack by some random stranger any day.
She gave a little nod in reply to his question, unable to speak because of the hand over her mouth. She wasn't sure why he was even asking. Wasn't it obvious she was going to go with him? It was just something she was going to do. Why would she try and do anything else?
When she felt his hand move away, she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What's with the covert operation, Damon?" she asked, with a hint of a smile, albeit a slightly nervous one. She didn't want to scream, but the way he was acting was putting her on edge. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet so she could look at him face to face more easily. "What's up?"
She knew she should really be being mean and stroppy to all Damons after what her one did, but the ones that had talked to her later had put her mind at rest to the fact that not all Damons were dicks.