Lalli nods and notices that the trolls have finally started to realize they can't get in any more than they can leave. Lalli can only hope they aren't planning on hanging around, waiting for them to try to sneak out. He scrunches up his nose at the idea.

Lalli blinks in return then recalls a conversation and asks, "Is that a rock?" Lalli does at least explain his name at the very least, tapping his chest with his finger. He has gotten quite used to hand signals and non verbal communication, "Lalli."

"I don't know what that is," Lalli adds, not really knowing the term 'executor'. The man talks like he's in the military, something he's used to hearing, but this is certainly a role he's not used to.

Lalli pauses and mumbles and points at Executor's hand, "Feels hot? You look a red in the face." Lalli is trying to explain the flushed look in Federico's face.

"I'm immune," Lalli explains, a bit of worry creeping into his words. "The Rash Illness is... really bad. Anyone not immune usually goes into quarantine. But..." His words turn to sorrow, "There isn't a cure... and it's destroyed entire settlements before if left unchecked." There's something haunted in his eyes, a heaviness that wasn't there before.