Once people have caught on that getting too close generally means being shoved, kicked at, and otherwise snarled at by a half-awake alien still wrestling himself out of sleep, getting a look at the troll is easier. Tagora looks at him, and, just as capable of seeing in the dim room as the Tealblood, the other troll looks back.

The shock of seeing the Alternian peels back the last, stubborn layers of sleep, like the slap of winter wind through a carelessly opened window.

His eyes drop to the sign on Tagora's shirt, and the troll drops to sit on his heels, ripping a pillow out from under someone's head and immediately lobbing it at him. It's better that than physically knocking him down in his haste to abscond from the room. Or he could completely fail to get Tagora out of his way and just bowl him over anyway.

He isn't picky.