[ wow, it takes some skill to make a man raise his eyebrows when he doesn't actually... have any... what the fuck hannibal. should he be impressed with himself? mildly offended? eridan readjusts the bag, unnecessarily, and settles on a little bit of both. always a good choice. ]

Not reely.

[ somehow, in some subtle, lazy enunciation of drawled vowels, it's somehow obvious that he is making an ocean pun. just go with me on this one. at any rate, he leans back on the broccoli display all cool, like he's tough shit or or something - this sort of trying to throw the other person hilariously off their game so you can feel cooler than them is one of those things he and eddie does all the time, so it's pretty familiar! there's just a lot less psychological torment going on here, no big. ]

I mean, us trolls - Alternians, but we go by trolls an' all, you get me - got a radically more adwanced culture than you humans, a course. All... [ here he gestures airily, helping explain himself in absolutely no way at all. ] ...quaint, like you lot are. Not real fond a wiolence or anythin' either. You go talkin' about genocide or cannibalism or anythin' like such and people start goin' green.

[ is he digging in his bag? is he eating raw salmon right fucking here like it's no thang and then talking with his mouth full? yes he is. also i'm not exaggerating about that cannibalism shit it's 1000% canon okay trolls r wweird. ]

So, yeah, I guess it's kinda isolatin'. Nothin' a proper sea dweller can't adjust to, a course, but still.