Trish could tell her words had made a mistake and she mentally kicked herself for it. Clearly she had gotten worse at conversing with people than she thought. This was why she shouldn't leave the museum.
"Please, just call me Trish. Lady Wellington makes me think of my mother," instinctively Trish's hand reached for the string of pearls which normally hung around her neck. They had belonged to her mother, and as a child Trish would often sneak into her parents room and put them on. Before her mother died she gave them to Trish, and since then Trish had never taken them off. Of course they weren't there now, they were in her world - on Harper's Island, lost somewhere as she fled from Wakefield right into the arms of Henry and a very sharp knife. Henry had probably destroyed them, the monster. A tiny part of Trish almost wished Henry did show up. Upon her arrival people had told her that this was her second chance, oh yes, a second chance. A second chance for her to kill him, to torture him even. That was the only thing keeping Trish going at this point, the thought that one day she could kill Henry. The thought she could inflict as much pain as humanly possible on him, and then watch the light leave his eyes.
She bit her tongue, and moved her hand up to her hair. Hoping it didn't look obvious she was reaching for something there.
"Kingslayer," Trish said, without thinking, then she covered her mouth with a hand. Maybe it would be easier if she didn't talk. "Sorry, but, yes. Yes, I know your name."