[ Nanami crosses their goopy arms, still troubled. Being tucked away in a safe space, staring at a screen and ignoring the outside world, doesn't actually mean that Trish is doing okay. The number of times that Nanami sat in a dark room and stared at her latest video game in order to forget about what was going on around her... it's too numerous to count. It's a technique she's familiar with. ]

You seem upset. I know you argue on the network - but it's... [ They look away. ] Meaner than usual. Pettier. It doesn't sound like you're doing well. It sounds like you're lashing out.

[ Is that the sort of observation that will cause Trish to lash out at Nanami, they think briefly? Well, so be it if so. There's nothing Trish could do to really hurt them, or even scare them. ]

And then-- dueling the Prince? [ That's Nanami's coworker, thank you very much! ] You really want to fight another monster like that?