Sincerity appeared to make a great weapon in troll sarcasm. Intriguing. Perhaps there were not as many differences a biology would suggest.
Then he made a noise more suited to automobiles than human, as if he were intentionally trying to disrupt the delicate flow of her observations. Maybe cars held some special form of irony in troll society? She didn't really want to acquire sufficient observational data, as much as the others might assume she lived only for monographs. She was stuck with at least a little more observation, though, so she might as well make the best of it.
Right now, the subject, also known as Gamzee, was making a transparent passive-aggressive ploy to get her attention. It was the first humanesque demonstration of rational behavior she'd noted. Very interesting. She noticed the same change in the feel of the locks mirrored on her side of the hall several moments earlier, of course, but it was nice of him to help. Such magnanimity should be rewarded. "An astute observation."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She had made it so far by careful trial and error; but caution did not mean inaction.
"I recommend you stand back. And close your eyes." She had nothing heavier to hand than her flashlight, and she raised it without delay and charged the door. The flashlight came down on the handle with a foreboding crack, and the light switched off. Whoops. The handle remained obstinate. She gestured at the handle, and while she could barely make out her own hands with the light that remained, she trusted Gamzee could.
"If you have a better suggestion, now would be a good time. Please, be my guest."
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Then he made a noise more suited to automobiles than human, as if he were intentionally trying to disrupt the delicate flow of her observations. Maybe cars held some special form of irony in troll society? She didn't really want to acquire sufficient observational data, as much as the others might assume she lived only for monographs. She was stuck with at least a little more observation, though, so she might as well make the best of it.
Right now, the subject, also known as Gamzee, was making a transparent passive-aggressive ploy to get her attention. It was the first humanesque demonstration of rational behavior she'd noted. Very interesting. She noticed the same change in the feel of the locks mirrored on her side of the hall several moments earlier, of course, but it was nice of him to help. Such magnanimity should be rewarded. "An astute observation."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She had made it so far by careful trial and error; but caution did not mean inaction.
"I recommend you stand back. And close your eyes." She had nothing heavier to hand than her flashlight, and she raised it without delay and charged the door. The flashlight came down on the handle with a foreboding crack, and the light switched off. Whoops. The handle remained obstinate. She gestured at the handle, and while she could barely make out her own hands with the light that remained, she trusted Gamzee could.
"If you have a better suggestion, now would be a good time. Please, be my guest."