With hands on hips, Trish listens to Nero recount for her his tale of WOE. She cocks a brow at the part where Dante's nephew TRIED getting through to the group on the phone. Is that why they kept hearing heavy breathing on the other end every time the phone was lifted off the receiver? WHOOPS-- Now she feels SLIGHTY guilty for suggesting it was a PRANK caller. The young man doesn't need to know that SHE is the reason that no one bothered trying to figure out WHO the mystery caller was.

❝If you CAN'T keep up with us on missions, then you'll just have to hang back in the van.❞

The demoness teases so that he doesn't think TOO hard about the lack of reception. She lifts a hand to give his nose a little poke with her pointer finger now. He's MORE than capable of taking care of himself, but still . . . it makes her rather NERVOUS when Nero is out there all by his lonesome. ANYTHING can happen out there in the field.

The blonde is ready to assess him for injuries, but he brings up the human he's fond of. Ocean-coloured eyes blink before a SLY grin graces her lips.

❝Worried about your little girlfriend? What a prince CHARMING you are! Don't you worry one bit about THAT. In fact, SHE was the one that kept telling us that you'll come back in one piece.❞

Trish rests her elbow against his shoulder, leaning against him before giving a small nudge in trying to get him to smile and STOP apologizing.