A troll hand fists itself into Noiz's hair, what little he can grab of it. It tugs at his roots. Though it doesn't hurt, he can't help but let out a huff off annoyance. He was trying to sleep, damn you! The subsequent shake and shove are much more jarring, though, and once the weight is off of him he groans in an attempt to move off the mattress entirely and out of the way of this asshole.

The darkness of the room doesn't help.

Now half-seated and sort of upright, Noiz glares at the offending person who clearly has... horns?

"Yeah. Too bad it didn't get you in the bulge."

Having previously diddled around with an Alternian troll several weeks back, Noiz is well aware of what trolls call their junk. This guy's probably a troll too. It's a little hard to tell but he's guessing based on the presence of horns and those sharp teeth.