She scoffs, though it comes out sounding something like an enraged snort. "Ain't lettin' you outta my sight, Zhǐ Rén. Lead." The gun does come off his chest, but she still has it leveled at him, ready for any sudden movements or attacks. Everything about him screams that he's not a threat, but her senses are betraying her. She knows it! Wide-eyed fear stuffed down deep that he might take advantage of her has Brimstone jerking her chin at him, urging him to move.