[As far as Trish can tell, Javert is a cop by his word only. Just like how Diavolo is still a mob boss by his estimation alone (she assumes he believes as much, considering the man is delusional as a rule). Regardless, it's a title that is meaningless when it is by all accounts self-awarded.

Just like the warring perspectives here meld into a meaningless jumble of contradiction.

Anyways, she watches Giorno mirror her motion and wrinkles her nose, straightening up because she can't tell if he's doing it to gently mock her or what. As for his suggestion...it's not a bad thought. It seems he's thought about it to some degree too. It doesn't really address the Fog, but from what she gathered from Javert, the Fog god was uncomplicated in her approach. Elias was almost more dangerous to them because he knows how to bend down to the level of a human before vaulting back up again by virtue of his unnaturally-bestowed godhood.

In the interest of moving anxious hands, she drums her fingers on her hips.]

I don't see why I shouldn't be. The trouble is finding something to use that hasn't made its way onto the network already.

[She thinks of people like Kate, who are ahead of them in time. There's a lot before and after there time that could have feasibly made it onto the network.

Which makes this...tough.]

You don't happen to have the most obscure taste known to man, do you?

[In all honesty, Giorno is the most esoteric boy she knows. For good reason, of course, but still.]