Trent raised his eyes as the new person made himself known rather...... violently. "Pervo? Calm down kid, me and Nora were just talking. Jeez, I hope all you Rosetta's aren't anti-social like this." He adjusted the way he sat, lifting up the lapel of his jacket, revealing a holstered pistol. "Listen kid, don't think you scare me. The only one who does that is the Don, and you sure as hell ain't him." Trent chuckled, going back to the way he was sitting, pulling the man's knife from out of the table. "Well, this is good ain't it? Heh, you look like you like knives." He slid the knife back across the table, shaking his head, catching the new person's eye.<br/><br/>"Listen, this is a party. Don't go ruining it with your bad attitude and your blades. You wanna help? Teach your cousin not to be such a wallflower." He stood, tipped his hat and, grabbing his bottle of booze, went back to mingle with the crowd. He thought quietly to himself, 'Not all Rosetta's can be like that. At least one of them have to know how to have fun... right?" He shrugged, sighing and immersing himself in the atmosphere.