Trolls were pretty blunt about death. It was everywhere, and usually caused by them. Having precognitive visions of death didn't help Psii in the slightest either. He had to be callous and laugh at death, or he wouldn't be able to stay sane.

"I don't think I've been here all that long, but yeth, I probably could? I know I look half wathted away, but I've fended for mythelf and traveled a lot on Alternia."

He opened the door and started hoofing it upstairs, keeping one eye on the landing and the other on his tribble. It cooed happily, unperturbed about the change of environment.

"Thtairth are more private anyway. I'd hate to run into anyone on the elevator and have to exthplain thith. Elevatorth are alwayth awkward. Anyway, you volunteered yourthelf into thith, tho you can't blame me." He smirked and couldn't resist adding, "You can cluckbeatht out anytime, human."