[Scusa?

God forget this ancient magazine. Trish practically tosses it to fall somewhere on the floor behind the couch, her attention solely on Riley now.

Because you know fucking what? That explains so much about his reaction to her when she first arrived. Clearly, he was over the moon over a cool friend Trish he hallucinated and forgot the actual Trish isn't someone for him to pine after. At least, that's what "alternate universe thing" sounds like to her.

Also, she's not even going to address the Fort Knox thing, which she did not parse well even if she got the gist like, implicitly.

Riley, she's Italian.]

I'm not surprised, because he can never make up his damn mind unless his decision is wholly insane.

[This is a corollary that has yet to be proven wrong!!!]

At least he didn't give either of us any false impressions. We're free to judge each other fairly.

[She's assuming she'll land on the foe side of the scale. If so, fine, she's winning. She nailed that pillow attack.]