[Huh. Admittedly, sudden private messages make her nervous, but seeing Giorno's username is a relief.

The last thing she wants is weird people inboxing her!!! She does wait to respond before she sees his note, just so she knows what's going on.]

Don't be surprised when I come straight to you afterwards, then.

[And she does, because that note is insanely worrying in several different ways, and her semi-retractable claws flex unconsciously, pricking holes in the paper.

First off, the network is not safe.

Second...this god basically all but threatened Giorno. What a bastard move for someone who pleaded for help.

Wherever Giorno happens to be, Trish will walk in pensively, having followed the aroma of his flowers instead of inquiring after his location. She also looks distantly pissed off at everything, until her eyes settle on him.

Her expression doesn't soften exactly, so much as it hardens in a thoughtful way. She was almost intent on avoiding the god nonsense, but knowing it's so intertwined with even a creature comfort is both harrowing and annoying.]

...I read your note.

[She swallows, remembering how cheerfully Elias spoke and how easily he manipulated Giorno's laptop.]

Giorno, how do we know we're not being watched all the time? Between the laptops and the fog, I'm starting to realize I've been entirely careless.

[Giorno wasn't a common feature on the network...but if Elias is listening through the laptops, then the fog god is listening in the mist hanging around them, right?

Her tail flicks back and forth, a worried, curled metronome.]

Do we even have alternatives for long distance communication?