[Surprising Fugo is rare feat indeed, and she would enjoy it more if it wasn't because of something that isn't gross, per se, but is still...well, cosmically gross.

That being said, she's turning pink again at the sudden...she doesn't know!! Fugo is usually subtle in his support, but he's almost effusive right now?! She'd shove him if she weren't busy turning around to face him. You're embarrassing, Fugo!!

She brings a hand up to rest her knuckles just above her lips instead instead, muttering:]

I don't say it like he has any authority. I was never part of Passione, so calling him that doesn't feel like acquiescence to me. It's more like talking about the manager of a fast-food restaurant for all the power it has.

[Using his name would be worse, also? Despite herself, however, hearing that is...nice. She's not sure how the others will react, but if they're anything like Fugo...

Oh, but Fugo seems to remember himself now, and Trish could snort, but he says something genuinely interesting.]

...Oh. I didn't realize, but you're right. Your colors are the same.

[Funny, he encourages her despite her looking like her awful father, and then curses his own Stand in that instance. But she remembers it, and how petrified he was of its mere presence when he truly believed it was here.

So Trish is quiet for a beat. And though the answer is obvious, she still asks:]

Does that...bother you?