Tria barrelled out of an alleyway, not really looking where she was going. She collided with John, emitting a soft oof as she bounced off his solid form. The girl glanced up at John, her look of shock replaced by an impish grin. "Ah, if it ain't me cousin Razz," she said jovially, if a little loudly. "Was wonderin' when you'd show your face 'round here." While her face was one of open friendliness, her wide eyes held a desperate plea. "Play along," Tria hissed between her teeth.