That is exactly what it seems like. Projected, video game inventory. How it works, what projects it, what fuels it, these are all legitimate questions to have with no apparent answer. The troll is too absorbed in his own awful realization to notice he's being watched, until Noiz speaks.

The wide-eyed look he gives him isn't too unlike flustered panic, until he twists it into something a little more furious. He shoves the square away into his pocket.

"Nothing!" That's obviously a lie. "It's just-" FUCK. "Apparently these handsy assholes decided to shake me down for everything I had in the admission process?" So... he has absolutely nothing to pay him back with, is the short version.