His comment about never striking a lady almost made her want to laugh. The whole situation was hilarious, being here in the first place was hilarious. She had died and then wound up here and now she was about to show Jaime Lannister of all people the book he had come from. Besides being hit really didn't seem like much to her anymore, a part of her would almost welcome the feeling. Physical pain could distract her from all the horrible thoughts going on inside her head. She turned away from Jaime and began to scan one of her many bookcases.
She didn't want to admit that her pulse was starting to race a little. Was she doing the right thing here? No one should have to read about themselves at least not in a book, and then there was the television show. Which would be all the more horrifying she thought, considering the Jaime in the apartment with her looked exactly the same. She bit her lip, before pulling a book off the shelf. She had gotten most of her books at a used bookstore, and this one had been no exception. It looked well read, Trish had already read it once since she had arrived. When she wasn't at work she was in her apartment, reading, or attempting to paint her own works of art.
"I'm sorry," Trish said, turning to face him, and extending the book out. "No one should have to...see something like this."
She ran a hand through her hair, and bit her lip again. "I'm going to go start running some hot water to wash your cloak in." She quickly moved into the bathroom, deciding the tub would be the beast choice to soak it in, besides it would probably be best to give Jaime some time alone while he looked over the book.