Trish followed Vincent enthusiastically towards the team's base. Once there, she accepted the equipment necessary for the afternoon's activity. Trish held the paintball gun in her hands, testing its weight. It felt awkwardly large in her hands, and she knew for certain that it was going to weigh her down. She sighed, "Why paintball...?" She gave a sweet smile to everyone who looked her way and patted people's backs, sharing words of encouragement. Trish was going to give it her all in the battle, despite her feelings about it.