She brushed back her mess of hair and looked up to Wes. “Uh…yeah, I think so,” she said and laughed at herself. She felt silly even admitting the deformed guy from camp crystal lake from a movie came for her, even when he had seen it for himself as well. “You know, if you came in a few minutes earlier you could have totally been my hero,” she added and laughed again before cradling her torso. Damn that hurts. Trinity’s blue eyes looked back up to him feeling the need to explain laughing when she was injured and had just been through a hell like battle. She wasn't completely unhinged and didn't need the word spreading that she was a total looney. “Um…my head was a hit a few times,” she justified.
Not liking to play damsel in distress or even look the part, she climbed to her feet, bracing her hands back on the bench then leaned her lower back against it too. Her body was still too rigid to pull off comfortable entirely. For a moment she stared expectantly at her visitor then figured he could use some further explanation. “Turns out the son of Hecate can be very passionate about unspecified arrangements and horror movies. Thank you for your concern though?” She guessed that’s why he was in her not so luxurious cabin, that needed plenty of repair and cleaning now. The ruckus came with consequence after all. Trinity offered a tight smile to the male.