Once Trish was away and around the corner, she leaned against the wall and gave herself permission to fully freak-out. Doubled over, Trish's breath accelerated almost up to hyperventilation as she covered her mouth with her free hand. Even she knew her behavior had been reckless. Hell, she was in the process of being reckless standing around in the middle of the night.
Her gun was still pointed towards the alley, but not for long. When Trish was about to lower it someone came and took it from her hands, and Trish made a sound of shock and horror as it happened. She barely saw the woman whose voice called her 'impressive' as she looked towards her arms to see if the gun was now trained on Trish herself. It wasn't, but given the bizarre nature of the situation Trish didn't lunge for it immediately either. The woman looked amused by whatever she had seen - Trish assumed the exchange in the alley - and Trish narrowed her eyes.
"No." She replied, as stone-faced as she could. "Do you spend your nights watching happenings from the dark and taking self-defense weapons from people?"