<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/devilmaycry/images/a/ae/Trish0.jpg)</div><br/>Trish was sitting lazily on the edge of Dante's desk, Luca and Ombra resting comfortingly on her slender hips and within very easy reach of her just as perfectly shaped slender hands, the twin guns in a leather brown belt with matching holsters on both of her hips.  Wearing a black dress with a lightning bolt like opening in the front to show off her cleavage, long blonde hair that shone brightly in the sun which did nothing but enhance her pale skin, adding more to her allure than was often beyond human possibility, (although she wasn't human so it helped in the end.)  Trish turned her gaze to the front door, or rather what was left of it and stood gracefully from the desk, looking the doppelganger up and down.  She couldn't know that was what this woman was of course, but there was something about her that felt off.  Maybe it was the fact they had been robbed blind that had her senses on high alert, but regardless, something just didn't feel right about the Russian woman before her and the others.  "Yeah, this is Devil May Cry.  Dante's out at the moment but he left me in charge until he gets back.  Name's Trish."  She winked, her right hand placed on her right hip while her left brushed through her long blonde hair, a sultry smile on her face.  "As you can see, we have had a bit of trouble, but we're still open for business.  What brings you out here to the outer slums of Brooklyn?"  The office wasn't TECHNICALLY in the slums, but neither were they out of them either.  Regardless, it worked for them since they weren't the usual kind of detective agency, dealing in demons and devils that sought to bring the world down in some form or another to simple demons that murdered innocent people for the sheer joy of it.  Either way, the Devil Hunters did their best to stop them all one way or the other.