She doesn't say anything for a long while. She's so still you could probably forget she was there. She accepts Dante's half-demon heritage...most of the time. Accepts Trish too. Once she knew Trish wasn't going to slaughter anyone innocent and they were on the same side. But if she were being entirely honest she primarily accepts it when it helps her get her job done. It's not a realization exactly, there's always been requirements to her acceptance. Always rules and expectations. It's uncomfortable to look at herself and how she acts and knows she used it as a carrot no matter how unintentionally.

"I uh... should go," she murmurs soft her body suddenly unfreezing and sliding into motion as she stands. "I'm sorry if I spoiled your meal." She takes one last sip draining her water and deposits the glass gently back on the table. A few bills following shortly after it pulled carefully from the pocket of her jacket. Enough to cover his dinner, tip, and a little extra for him to do with what he wants.

She doesn't explain why as she turns and starts toward the exit.