As if Orc didn't attract enough attention just being himself, it's the mention of trolls that really gets Dave looking at him. If watching this Arena has taught him anything, it's that he's woefully unprepared and only having two, troll friends here is only going to make it harder. The people in the maze seemed to team up, bro to bro, helping each other and having their backs. He wanted to pretend he was a lone wolf, but he is awkward and clingy and desperate for attention. He needs to start the grade school b.s of making friends- no, allies- all over if he wants to survive.

And really. Nobody here looks like a better and more viable option than Orc for obvious reasons, but it's what he says that gives Dave an in he'd been hoping for rather than approaching out of the blue to say hi.

"Did you just say trolls?" He puts a hand to his heart as if he's surprised to hear it. "The term they prefer is nomosapiens, bro. Have a little respect."