[She's taken his hand before when she was vulnerable...perhaps it's a sign that while she's clearly anxious, she hasn't started to really believe in certain doom just yet.
Trish eyes the pleased refugee as they depart, another reminder of how tenuous an alliance would be when this party is a hearty slap in the face for the Adamant survivors, what with begging for scraps at the literal and metaphorical table.
She has to jog briefly to catch up to Bruno, blinking at his question when...oh my god.
Trish immediately hides her mouth behind her knuckles. Whether she's startled or amused she doesn't show it, but it takes her a moment to pull her hand away so she can look at him with a straight face.]
Are you surprised? Everything here tastes like shit.
[Wow!
She's going to pick up bad language from you, sir (no). Trish maintains her flat expression, at any rate, almost like she's gauging his reaction.]
Bruno............................................
Trish eyes the pleased refugee as they depart, another reminder of how tenuous an alliance would be when this party is a hearty slap in the face for the Adamant survivors, what with begging for scraps at the literal and metaphorical table.
She has to jog briefly to catch up to Bruno, blinking at his question when...oh my god.
Trish immediately hides her mouth behind her knuckles. Whether she's startled or amused she doesn't show it, but it takes her a moment to pull her hand away so she can look at him with a straight face.]
Are you surprised? Everything here tastes like shit.
[Wow!
She's going to pick up bad language from you, sir (no). Trish maintains her flat expression, at any rate, almost like she's gauging his reaction.]