At the mention of Sofia potentially getting a choker, Brandy's eyes lit up like sunglinted diamonds. Grabbing the undead's hands, she bobbed up and down on her tippy-toes -- err, tippy-hooves.

"Oooh, accessorizing, huh? Sounds fun! Let's head up the shops and like, 'totes pick out something for ya! Something black? It'd go great with your whole dark and mysterious-thing. Oh, but maybe soemthing purple would be good too? Wait, maybe a wine red one with some nice trim would be even better!"

The satyr was, undoubtedly, very much looking forward to the possibility of shopping for clothes and baubles with her companion. After all, Brandy did fancy herself a trendy and fashionable girl, and the getting new wardrobe-additions was definetely one of the things she really loved. Especially when factoring in that she'd spent her early years just getting oversized hand-me-downs from her big sister... Which never really fit, since the size-difference between minotaurs and satyrs were quite undeniable... Good thing her mother was good at tailoring.

When Alice then appeared, happily announcing their next obstacle before receiving another paycheck, Brandy contemplatively - and out of character - scratched her cheek. When she saw Sofia's reaction to the possibility of ghosts and spooky, scary, occult phenomena though, the most cat-like expression appeared on her face as she smirked. The attempt at explaining and waving what she'd just said away only made said smirk wider.

On behest of Alice's prompting, Brandy gave her werewolf a gentle elbow-nudge to the ribs. Or, wlel, boob. It was fully intetional too.

"There ain't no ghosties who'll be scarier than [i][b]you[/b][/i] on a moon-y night anyway, right?" Brandy smugly smugged, winking at Alice and reminding her of a certain ball-busting scenario which had happened only some very short time ago. "Don't worry, Sofers! If there's any pervy poltergeists, I'll protect ya!" The satyr said, turning to their undead archer and striking a dramatic pose, what with flexing her arm to show off her bicep muscle and ... Stuff... Well, Brany wasn't exactly weak, given taht she'd done farm-work most of her life, she actually had a pretty good physique, coupled with her unfairly plump and shapely figure. Still, she apparently didn't consider the fact that you can't punch or beat up something that doesn't have a corporeal form... Which wasn't suprising, since Brandy wasn't apparently aware of a lot of things.

Turning back to Alice though, the tanned satyress started bobbing up and down again with enthusiasm.

"So, where's this place? What're we 'spose to do? Can we get a bit of shopping for Sofers done before we go? Ooh, and I wanted to pick up some more foods'n junk. My pack's running low. Oh, we should totally get some street-foods too! Gotta taste the local flavors, y'know?" She paused, tapped her chin with an index finger, and then remembered something. "Oh yeah! Al, you used one of your big blasty bottles, right? Don'cha need to replace it? If we meet another one of those big-nosed bozos on the way, we'll 'totes need ya to blow'em up again. But... This time, let me or Sofers throw it, 'kay? I dun want ya to collapse again..." Brandy's words trailed off and a slight blush tinged her cheek. Apparently she was showing genuine concern. Made even more awkwaard by her averting her gaze and fidgeting in place, like she was some kind of school girl who'd just confessed to her first crush or something.

Then she seemingly bounced back, stretched backwards and let out a small 'yip!'-noise. Leaning forward a bit, she put her arms up to her chest. And then began massaging her bouncy, soft, squishy and oversized mangos... Right there in public.... Not blushing in the slightest at doing something like this.

"Aw man, they do sting a bit... I guess I shoulda worn a bra after all today..." The beige-haired beauty blabbed, apparently feeling a bit sore after her tit-and-tummy-first dive to save Sofia's head from just earlier.