"**That's not what I meant.**" Trinity shook her head when Sasha listen off the guildmates. "**More what I meant was... I don't properly know why we're here. I can take a few stabs at it, but you see what I'm saying? Why did we just attack your Magic Council? I just kinda got swept into things.**"

"**Easy there, Lazarus. If he becomes a problem, /I'll/ fight him. We don't need you hurting yourself... oooor the Master can do it, here she is.**" Trinity looked over, her attention further piqued at the mention of Phones. "**Oh, did you run into punk-ass? Glad someone did- ah!**"

She gave a little susprised yelp as Mask de Smith approached her suddenly. "**What, are your legs broken?**" She hisses as him, though her temper d as she heard him speak to her. "**Mm, is *that* your game...?**" She studied him before shooing him off. "**C'mon, now, part of being the mysterious masked figure is knowing when to make an exit. You've let me deduce too much already. Scram.**"