Serene was, to say the least, not surprised. The suspicion the woman showed was not uninvited, she'd come in relatively soon after the place had been ransacked. Trish was a woman worth interest herself, the unearthly beauty and sex appeal speaking volumes about the kind of profession she worked in. Serene, or Sasha to be more precise, smirked slightly and shrugged. "Well... if ser Dante iz out, zen I will have to wait for him..." she said, stepping in casually and looking about.<br/><br/>"Iz ze office uzually zis messy, or are ze rumors true?" she asked a loud, stopping a few feet away from Trish before quirking her good eyebrow at her. She answered the question that might arise before it could be asked. "Ze one zat says you were recently robbed..." She'd turn away again, seemingly giving Trish nearly no attention. In fact though, Trish had all of her attention, listening closely to her thoughts trying to get a sense of her state of mind, her demeanor, or maybe even where Dante was. "What did zey take?"