[She'd be a damn fool not to protect herself in some small way. Even if Pericolo saw right through her, she kept up her charade of impenetrable disdain all the way to San Giorgio Maggiore. She can keep up a little bluster to tinge her elbows with in the presence of Don Giovanna. He'll need the reminder, although so far he's doing well with respecting her space.

Once again, though, it's distressing to be thanked when all she wants is a chance to start at zero and go from there. She thinks of Fugo, and how blessedly uncomplicated interacting with him is. Though, maybe it's because he seems disinterested more than half the time, which she can handle just fine. It's expected. It's normal. That, and he's easy to read. Giorno is much harder. Much, much harder.

Trish doesn't think on that too deeply, though, not when Giorno is radiating distress in her direction. She blinks, slow, like she'd forgotten she even mentioned it. It sort of just...slipped out.

But she remembers not to say "sleep wasn't as important as making sure we understood one another", because she knows that will go over about as well as anything. So her mouth opens in a little 'o', and she has to contend with three questions at once. Whoof.

Okay. Okay.]

...I wanted to make sure you were okay before I went home. It's not like I have any obligations after this.

[A true statement! She is your pink freeloader, Giovanna. She could sleep all day and who would stop her? Anyways, she continues:]

I would be poor company if all I did when I showed up was let you know how soon I wanted to leave.

[Not to mention shitty praxis when she came here to apologize? What do you want from her, sir!!]