[Pink tapetum lucidum for a pink bear, courtesy of their pink slime friend...a good complement, isn't it? It probably looks odd on Trish in her most humanlike form, but it also speaks to just how deep the biology of the bear is, even when it's not immediately obvious the way it is with the slight peek of fangs, or the soft film of fur on the backs of her hands.

Anyways, Trish seems bemused at the answer, but it's Nanami...and Nanami can only be honest to a fault.

They're worried, just like Maya was worried, but she feels fine. Annoyed, maybe, but she's laying in her safe space, unharmed and only troubled because of the weird responses she's getting seemingly all of a sudden. That, and the almost certain fallout that's coming now that she's done something against Fugo's express wishes while in Giorno's line of sight to boot.

She doesn't know how to respond to this, basically. As such, Trish mulls this conundrum over while she idly runs her fingers over the fuzz of her other hand's knuckles. The fur there is very soft and pleasing to the touch, for how annoying it is to single accept a positive quality about hairy knuckles.]

I'm not sure what you mean, Nanami.

[Maybe agreeing to a contest with someone is alarming, but does Nanami even know Tridentarius?]

There's not anything going on either. I promise you I wouldn't cavort around the network if something serious were happening.

[She has not considered she is the serious thing that is happening.]