Trish listens to the director's story in a mix of confusion and hurt. She'd trusted Taggart, and figured they'd gotten on fairly well together... but being used as bait for a fucking sorceress definitely throws a damper on a working relationship.<br/><br/>"Well... I don't know about better, but at least now I know a little bit more." She sighs and reaches over, taking one of the boxes and picking halfheartedly at the contents. "Fucking sucks being used as bait, though. Especially when it could have ended with my head being vaporized from the inside fuckin' out..."<br/><br/>She sits back in the chair and starts to eat a little bit more of the food, her appetite coming back as her body realizes how long its been since she's eaten anything. Maybe she's not eating with gusto, but it doesn't feel like her body's in any rush to slow down either.<br/><br/>"And now what happens? He's got a criminal SIN, and I get in a hole with the Knights Errant..."