Her smirk appeared before she even spoke. "Congrats. yer foun' me oyt. though, oi'm not 'ere ter chucker anythin' but be nosy." She looked down at her wrist, the brand poking out of her sleeve like a huge sign. She shoved her sleeve over it and said "Oi'm naw longer an O'Leary, but since we're lads nigh, call me Branna instead." She revealed herself to him, a smile on her face as she tell him her true identity as the daughter of a dangerous industry. She never considered her father the one who raised her, but the mob itself. She liked it better that way. She looked around and said "Wud yer loike a better place than dis?"