Now the former troll was leaning towards the black-haired male being relatively new in some way. There was no other reason or way he would be so bright. He just probably hadn't had life kick his ass hard enough, or that was what Vriska assumed. After all, she couldn't imagine even the most cheerful of people she's met ever decide to face this situation like they were on candy mountain. She wondered if it was like some disease. "Yeah, whatever."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that's true. It was kind of obvious when they forced me into this dumb pink...form like the same you have. It's a real pain in the ass. I don't know how you can go around with something that feels like it can be easily bruised. Anyway, if they're capable in battle then maybe they're not so bad. Maybe! You could just be covering their sorry asses because you're some dumb nicey nice guy."

Well, Vriska had an idea that it wouldn't be easy, but that sounded really frustrating. She flicked some piece of her food off her tray, and didn't even care where it would land. "That's fucking dumb. Was this the first time you actually tried to escape?"