Branna smirked slightly. "Oi jist want ter 'elp yer. keep me company? 'tis a lonely warrld, sprog. sometimes de loneliness gets ter me an' oi don't want dat. nigh, wud yer loike a nice arthur power? or wud yer loike ter clap yisser room first?" She saw his eyes light up as he entered the room. He must've been out there longer than her. She knew her former connections were something to be weary about, that she had to prove herself. That was the deal. She looked at his hair and then said "Chucker yer want a bazzer?"