Tagora must be insane to wander about the facility like this, after only just being free of its confines. But, he's here to welcome the new volunteers, like a good little obedient soldier, and put any and all doubts and fears they may have about the professor at ease. Only he'd miscalculated again, hadn't thought it through too much, and, once more, forgot that most people on this planet prefer to be awake during the day and not at night.

So, he wasn't expecting to find much here, until he hears the commotion. Again, not really his problem, but then he hears the sounds. The sounds he knows damn well couldn't come from anything but a troll, and, honestly, that thought is both terrifying and exciting.

He's frozen in place outside the room where everyone's set up to sleep, half terrified, half curious, until he's able to discern the sounds are of fear and confusion, so, likely a lowblood. He's safe, it's fine.

And it's with those thoughts in mind that he slips silently into the room, using the fact that he's the only, or, one of the only two, asshole who can actually see in the near pitch black room. Careful to go along the walls to minimize who and what he steps on, he finally gets close enough to actually see the troll who's causing all the commotion, and, well. Sure as hell not what he expected.

Because, if he didn't know any better, this little shit could pass as a damn near perfect replica of the Sufferer, from the few vague details left behind of him. But, he'll deal with that later. For now, he'll hiss out a chitter to get the other's attention, nothing aggressive, even with a lowblood he's not looking forward to starting a fight, but enough to announce his presence without risking touching a potentially volatile troll.