Well this was just great, a real reminder of where he and Sypha had come from prior to arriving at the hotel. Trevor had been itching for some targets to practice his whip techniques on, so he truly felt like he was in his element having something to fight. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say.
Although he had set out with Sypha, they decided to separate in order to try and help some of the others. Trevor knew that the Speaker could more than handle herself, and yet part of him was still concerned that she might bite off more than she could chew.
Truth to be told, that was something Trevor was more likely to end up doing as opposed to Sypha. While he was an excellent fighter, he was no stranger to getting his arse kicked thoroughly before defeating his foes. And this was no different. While his methods were certainly effective, Trevor looked like he had been run through the mill and back.
Trevor had lost sight of Sypha but could still see the hotel on the horizon. He was using that as a focal point to make sure that he didn't wander too far on his own. He had been taking a break to clean some of the gore off himself and his whip when he heard a familiar cracking sound filling the air. Heading in that direction, Trevor was mildly shocked to see a young man -- no, something a little more than that -- using what looked to be a rose, as a whip.
"...huh," Trevor mused aloud as he watched the bee split in half almost effortlessly. "I'd ask if you need any help, but you appear to have it sorted," he called out, raising one hand in greeting.