As River's eyes had narrowed upon her face, Bria had stared back at him. It was like watching a big macho guy who was adoring a tiny puppy with sparkling eyes, but hiding behind his manly armor of an exterior. With his huff of air and crossed arms, she stared at him and she could swear it was as she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">He wants to touch my face. Pet my head, play with my hair. This giant teddy bear is trying to hide his fluff.</span>Due to the fact that he could control himself, made it rather clear that he was a disciplined man. Last thing she needed was a man to squish her cheeks with their big burly hands.<br/><br/>Bria didn't really care all that much when it came to knowing if the villagers even knew how to use the weapon. For the most part it was designed for pointing and shooting, reloading and fixing the coil. The weapons were entirely made out of wood and its fibers. It was a sturdy weapon and could be used to flat out kill a handful of rushing enemies at close and long range. There was only four of them though, so there weren't all that many to go around. In games she would play, especially medieval war games, she would have entire armies of just archers and some calvary. There was always victory unless they had been outnumbered. Footmen were easy to obtain, but they were also easy to pick off.<br/><br/>Since her work had been completed after a very short period of time, she rejoined the others as they all began packing up. When River finally snapped out of it and seemed to have rejoined reality with help of one of the boys, she snickered to herself. As she addressed the men however, praising them, she arched a brow slightly until he joined her. "Tha–" The one thing she wasn't expecting was the big pat on the back. The pat made her stumble forward slightly, her torso bent forward, giving her momentum to almost fall. She caught herself though and glanced over at him with a questioning expression when he told her not to make the face anymore. The one with the dimples. Now the temptation to make the face was now there and even growing at this point.<br/><br/>However she had no idea what he would do should she actually make the face again.<span style="color: #80FFBF">"Mkay,"</span>she gave a somewhat solid answer before adding,<span style="color: #80FFBF">"Mister doom and gloom."</span>She assumed he didn't want her to smile because either she was way too adorable, or more so that the village was in grieving. A cheery person could easily create a misunderstanding in a sad situation for the rest of the group. Either way, her own voice seemed teasing when she had said it, she was playing with him.