[center][h2]Trish[/h2]
[h3]Featuring Angel[/h3][/center]

Trish spent the hours following her conversation with Angel, pacing seemingly aimlessly around her bare room. She was trying to think of ways to keep herself busy without further upsetting the crew. There was a little while spent on her planning Amir’s death, but that wouldn’t be so difficult if she actually wanted it, and the jury was still out on that. But she moved on to more useful thoughts, trying to remember how Amir originally expected her to be useful. It seemed she’d have to focus a lot more on smaller, targeted charges, for opening vaults, disabling security, etc. If that was the case, she’d need to practice a bit more with her smaller electronics.  This led her to planning out many things, muttering to herself, wishing she had her own space to work in, to try some of these out.

Then Amir called them to dinner, breaking her focus. This instantly dropped a pit in her stomach, because she was not ready to handle what she assumed was more beratement. Jinxy clearly hated her, Amir made his piece about her being his hostage. Trish already assumed Beth had been told, and probably sided with them in hating her. The only person she could even find some comfort with was Angel. 

And with that thought in mind, she opened her door, stepped across the hall, and knocked lightly on Angel’s door, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She wasn’t sure why asking her to dinner made her nervous, she just hoped Angel hadn’t left already. 

[color=violet]”Come on in,”[/color] called Angel, already knowing who was knocking. She still wasn’t sure what to think of what had happened earlier, but Trish was probably just as confused by it as she was. However, now isn’t the time to worry about it; dinner was ready, and it sounded like the meeting wouldn’t be particularly enjoyable.

Trish hit the open button on the panel, sheepishly peering inside, before crossing the threshold. She stood awkwardly inside the door, looking across the room at Angel. She was silent for a while, trying to find her words. [color=yellow][b][i]“Um, Angel,”[/i][/b][/color] she said, her eyes unable to find the blonde’s, [color=yellow][b][i]“Could you… come with me to dinner? I…”[/i][/b][/color] don’t want to be alone anymore. [color=yellow][b][i]“I’m... “[/i][/b][/color] she gulped, not really sure what to say, [color=yellow][b][i]“...Scared.”[/i][/b][/color]

She wasn’t sure what she was more scared of though. Being publicly shamed by Amir and Jinxy, the constantly being ganged up on, everyone knowing that she’s Amir’s hostage, or the simple fact that if someone calls her a terrorist one more time, she might actually believe it. It was probably all of that, and Trish knew she couldn’t avoid going, Amir would make sure of that. He’d certainly want to display his dominance as captain and all. Her feet stirred and she fidgeted as she looks over at Angel, her voice breaking lightly, [color=yellow][b][i]“Please.”[/i][/b][/color]

Angel’s expression softened significantly, although she couldn’t help but realize that with anyone else she’d have found such fear of what seemed to be a minor problem to be pitiful. With Trish, however, it was different; everything was. [color=violet]”Of course,”[/color] she said. [color=violet]”It’s about time that I head down anyways.”[/color] 

Her mouth formed the words for “thank you” but the sounds never came out. She turned and moved out in the hall, stopping so Angel could go ahead of her. She was growing more and more nervous with each passing moment, and she could feel the nausea in her rising. Trying to hold it together, she walked behind Angel. She didn’t want to seem weak to everyone, but it seemed that was how it was going to be.

Angel entered the mess hall, noting that they were the last people to arrive. Trish stepped in after Angel, feeling a weight in the air, that may not have really been there. She moved to the end of the table, sitting at the very end, the furthest away from Amir, with space for Angel to sit next to her. She eyed the food, toying with it but not really eating any of it, too nauseated to bother. She listened to Jinxy telling them that they were grounded, her eyes passing over to the mechanic. She found herself wanting to apologize to her but not with the captain here. She couldn’t even look at him, a mixture of fear and hatred preventing her. Anyone paying attention could see her eyes down, shoulders slumped, her entire demeanor, that she was a defeated woman.

Angel noticed Trish’s behavior, but didn’t say anything, instead opting to wolf down her dinner. If there was going to be an argument, she wanted to have finished eating before storming off, at least. Besides, she was hungry and Amir had again proven his ability to cook something that doesn’t taste like [i]total[/i] crap.