[Bruno didn't complain even when he was injured, he's not going to complain about goop and Trish knows this. Not that she understands how he can accept it, but that is neither here nor there.

Her feelings are...awash in happiness at seeing someone she had admired alive and well again, buried under the confusion and consternation of this place and the oppressive reality that this shouldn't be happening. Bruno is dead. But he is stubborn, and she's watched and abetted the boys when their stubbornness led to impossible success. If death weren't so permanent, she'd simply accept he defied that fate too.

In any case, she flushes at his response, acutely embarrassed, enough that she turns her nose up at him to wrest some of her dignity back.]

I'm not trying to be a gangster.

[Harumph!!!!! She looks away, crossing her arms.]

There's no point in teaming up if we're not going to be useful to one another, is there? I'll be my own boss otherwise.

[Not that she...actually has any useful information right now...but she'll get it!!!

And she'll do it without mafioso panache!!!]