[The thing is: if Trish truly needed to be convinced of his cooperation, she wouldn't be sitting here right now. But if Doppio attempted to appeal to Bruno first, the endeavor would fail. It would be sabotage. And maybe...Trish has since realized she conflated not being afraid of Doppio with being ready to invest in him. Bruno was right, when he pointed out how little she had considered herself in all of this.
In this way, she's trying to show Doppio that she's acknowledging the nuance involved as she should have from the start. Her plan was messy, but it's still salvageable, right? It has to be.
As for Doppio's observation, Trish raises a brow.]
It would seem so. But I haven't known him long.
[Doppio should know the man decently well if Bruno worked for Passione for years, right? But that's neither here nor there.
Doppio seems amenable to these terms, at any rate, and she feels a little surer of herself as a result. She's not a gangster, but she can do this. She can grab the reins of this situation and steer it herself, if she does this right. It won't be like the first time, when she was nothing and no one and was handed off between strange men without a single way to influence her fate or anyone else's.
Implicitly, Doppio gave her permission to look at his offering here and now, and for several heartbeats she gazes at him with green eyes that are so much like Diavolo's – but her irises are complete, unfractured. And then she's turning her attention to the object in her hands, her pink-lacquered claws slipping through the newspaper with ease, and she traces the periphery of the frame, slicing through the wrapping until she she can peel it back cleanly, and...
And...
She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't...it can't be. And yet Donatella smiles up at her from the old photo, with a tinge of smugness only the original Miss Una could pull off.
Trish brings a hand to her mouth on reflex, and it's an obvious tell to anyone who knows her. That she's hiding some plain, unabashed emotion.]
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In this way, she's trying to show Doppio that she's acknowledging the nuance involved as she should have from the start. Her plan was messy, but it's still salvageable, right? It has to be.
As for Doppio's observation, Trish raises a brow.]
It would seem so. But I haven't known him long.
[Doppio should know the man decently well if Bruno worked for Passione for years, right? But that's neither here nor there.
Doppio seems amenable to these terms, at any rate, and she feels a little surer of herself as a result. She's not a gangster, but she can do this. She can grab the reins of this situation and steer it herself, if she does this right. It won't be like the first time, when she was nothing and no one and was handed off between strange men without a single way to influence her fate or anyone else's.
Implicitly, Doppio gave her permission to look at his offering here and now, and for several heartbeats she gazes at him with green eyes that are so much like Diavolo's – but her irises are complete, unfractured. And then she's turning her attention to the object in her hands, her pink-lacquered claws slipping through the newspaper with ease, and she traces the periphery of the frame, slicing through the wrapping until she she can peel it back cleanly, and...
And...
She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't...it can't be. And yet Donatella smiles up at her from the old photo, with a tinge of smugness only the original Miss Una could pull off.
Trish brings a hand to her mouth on reflex, and it's an obvious tell to anyone who knows her. That she's hiding some plain, unabashed emotion.]
...Where did you get this?