Mira removed her legs from the table when Bobby arrived, grinning. She liked that he sat the same way she did; it meant that her estimation of him as a capable hunter hadn't been incorrect.
"Someone looks nice." She leaned back and scanned him, smirking at his shirt and pants. "Did you dress up for me?" Mira crossed her legs and tipped the brim of his hat down somewhat playfully. "You didn't have to."