Trevor stood there, slightly bent at the middle, hands on his thighs, and shook his head, raising a finger to her, like he wanted to say something, only to vomit out more saltwater.

For anyone else, this would probably have been really embarrassing and humiliating, but honestly? The Belmont had been in far worse situations. Seeming to have gotten it all out, he stood up tall, stretching his back and making a low grunting sound before wiping his mouth in the back of his hand before offering that hand for her to shake... Not gonna be offended if she refuses to be honest.

"Kinda still hoping it is. Trevor, nice to meet you, small, unopposing girl who's probably some kinda monster or creature sent to torment me." Yup, if it's not some kind of dream, he's probably in hell right now.