"Always nice to see families getting along so well." Trish sighs and looks pointedly at the cuffs holding her in the chair, and then back at the woman. "And it doesn't really look like I have much choice in the matter, does it?"<br/><br/>She sighs and twists her hands idly in her restraints, doing her best to meet the woman's glare head on.<br/><br/>"Between you and your wife, my brain is pretty much set to explode no matter what goes wrong... so all I can really do is ask what it is you want me to do? Barring sending people who trust me into a slaughterhouse..."