Trish was still caught in the moment at being held by Mark; the feel of his warmer than human hands clinging to her still, prompting the theory that his body heat must be elevated from his demonic third, cooled by his vampuric, and kept in check by the remaining human.<br/>Trish is trying to think of something to say in response to Mark when her ears perk up to the word 'fish', and realizes she's being questioned as to what she'd like to eat.<br/>"Fish would be fine!" Trish says to Rina with a blush for both the embarrassment of her space-out, and for her cleche response.<br/><br/>"I what all Mark has seen in his years..." Trish wonders to herself as she watches Mark through the corner of her eye, "... I'll bet it would make one killer story- Wait..." Trish's thoughts are interrupted by something, a memory from earlier today...<br/>"Uh-oh! My notes and Camera!" Trish exclaims as she is overrun with panic over her forgotten items...