Trico stared like an owl for a few seconds, before darting away, making owl noises as she ran. The situation could have gone better, with narrowly missing Priscilla and the other guy getting invovled like an ass, and she didn't think she had dissuaded the dog guy from getting to close with Priscilla either. With this complete and utter failure, she fled the scene, to think and reflex on how she had got here. Reflexing wasn't a nice thing, she had not got many nice things to reflex on, but she still needed to do it. Because she had messed up.

Trico found some over-hanging piece of architecture, and perched, brooding softly as she remembered before now. People where confusing, and Trico had no idea how to handle them. The only person who had tried to teach her was dead now, but he deserved it. Trailing off into her dark thought patten, she wondered when next she could crush some Grimm. Crushing Grimm always made her feel better.