If the gun is meant for intimidation it's not working. Guns don't scare Trish, in fact she actually likes them. Besides the whole being threatened with a gun thing is a whole lot less scary after getting stabbed - not that this guy knows that.
"I'd like to know the same thing!" Trish says, glaring right back and crossing her arms over her chest. "Did you roofie me or something?"
Because that's the only way this would make any sense. The last place Trish would want to be is in a bed with someone else. She has issues, and she knows it, but really who could blame her? Touching and closeness are two things she wants nothing to do with. She goes through the night before again, she can't even remember going out. For a second she is flooded with panic that Henry might have something to do with this. What if he's come to Lawerence? And now this is part of some elaborate scheme to kill her...again.
"Put the gun down," she says sounding exasperated. "If you're trying to scare me it's not working."