Marissa arched a rose red brow at her mercenary relative's attempt to wrangle a profit from the situation, but in general she seemed to regard him with the same smile she might an amusing child.<br/>She was about to speak when Gilbert approached with an energized look on his face.  When he began, Marissa's smile spread 'til she dimpled.  The redhead sipped her mead innocently and let the bard do what he did best.  :)