Fred's eyes had been on her from the moment he saw her coming down the stairs, and why would they be anywhere else? Her legs went to bloody China, and that shirt was low cut enough that he already wanted to strip it off of her.
"Hey," He answered, then he whistled in appreciation. He felt a little underdressed - black slacks and a loudly bright purple dress shirt that clashed horribly with his hair. But then again, he was fairly sure she was used to the way he dressed.