[Trish doesn't even think he'd take notice of this information. If he wishes her a happy birthday weeks from now, she'll die? Thanks in advance.

She gives Bruno a flat but fond look, recalling how obnoxious Mista could be. How unabashedly and loudly he lived...she can admire that, actually. Not that she'll ever tell him that.

Bruno sounds just as fond, and Trish watches him. She wonders what Bruno thinks about when there's nothing going on...when he has time to sit and remember. What he's lost, what he's gained by being here. Being able to think back on his gang at his leisure must be nice but she can't comprehend it not being painful either. It hurts her and she barely knew them!

She leans back to rest her weight on her palms, humming.]

Mm, I guess I'm glad playing the fool brought back some good memories. I never got to see any of you really relax.

[Which sucks...

They seemed fun, if crazy.]

But that doesn't mean I can't picture it. I've heard Mista and Narancia laugh enough to hear it in my sleep even now.

[She wanted to throw something at the time. Now it just makes her sad...]