[As another theater regular, Trish has likely seen Alina around, but she hasn't pursued most people's names. Hell, the majority of the children she recognizes easily by physical traits alone - smudged face, eternal bedhead, and so on.
She's watching Alina from her perch on the stage, watches this woman ingratiating herself to a Thessyx, beckoning one of the children over -- and Trish's eyebrows fly up when the child attacks said woman's shins. They tear off and Trish rises, listening from the other side of the curtain. She doesn't go back right away...wondering if the woman will reappear, but when she doesn't, Trish steps around the curtain.
She reaches to pick up a piece of scrap as well as she approaches, as if she hadn't been listening, but her frown is apparent.]
Hm....I feel like I've seen you around a lot before. But lately, not so much.
[No, they may not have spoken, but Trish has an excellent memory.]
I won't fault you for having no love for this place, but you could be more subtle for the sake of the rest of us.
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She's watching Alina from her perch on the stage, watches this woman ingratiating herself to a Thessyx, beckoning one of the children over -- and Trish's eyebrows fly up when the child attacks said woman's shins. They tear off and Trish rises, listening from the other side of the curtain. She doesn't go back right away...wondering if the woman will reappear, but when she doesn't, Trish steps around the curtain.
She reaches to pick up a piece of scrap as well as she approaches, as if she hadn't been listening, but her frown is apparent.]
Hm....I feel like I've seen you around a lot before. But lately, not so much.
[No, they may not have spoken, but Trish has an excellent memory.]
I won't fault you for having no love for this place, but you could be more subtle for the sake of the rest of us.
[Especially when tensions are the way they are.]