Trish arches an eyebrow at the other woman, but sits down nonetheless. For one, she's hungry... and for two, she's incredibly curious about the whole situation she's found herself in the middle of.<br/><br/>"Well, thanks. It's been... a long day, I think is a good way to put it. Though I can't help but think that I've missed a good portion of it..." She looks around at all the cartons of food on the table, and feels that same queasiness she'd felt earlier on in the evening when she'd gone under "inquisition" from the woman. Probably just anxiety, but it doesn't give her any really urge to eat right away.<br/><br/>"And yes, I'm very curious. If not a roll, then why did he send me?"