"So this job," She began softly, her attention moving from him to the floor at her feet, seeing as she had leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees, her hands still folded and her intense caramel colored eyes watching him close before moving their gaze to the ground. "is rather dangerous." A sentence people normally say when they are just about to say that they are going to back out but Bree's eyes shot up, a smirk curled the corner of her full pink lips as a twinkle seemed to appear within her eyes. "Brilliant." That... is not a normal answer, but Bree is not a normally person. This job was different for many reasons. One being it was dangerous, two being it was challenging and three, since her parents died, she really had no one of importance in her life so dying, well it wasn't as big of a threat as it was to most people.

The smirk stayed sparkly implanted on her lips as she leaned back in her spot on the couch. One arm moved to the armrest while the other stretched itself along the backing of the couch. Isn't it funny how the thought of danger makes her comfortable. "So Mister Grace, tell me about yourself."