Frankly, he hadn't expected that level of fluency. The Trolls were seldom articulate, and sometimes he felt that for all of Guy Crood's good intentions, there were tragic rifts in communication between himself and the primitive man. This creature had no such issues however. It was equal parts reassuring and unnerving.

"Yes," He replied easily, again with the same false bravado as before. "The buttons control the direction in which we move," his voice faltered then; Enjolras knew full well the likelihood that this man didn't truly need his explanations. Sometimes it was inconvenient to marvel at things others took completely for granted. Nevertheless, he punched in the command for the lobby and continued. "They are less inconvenient after a time, but I shall never like waiting for these things.

"You are a Tribute, then?"