Troi sits at the table, his demeanor one of a person who is well-rested. Unlike his entrance into the Red Dragon the earlier day, he is now wide-eyed and alert. His appearance is similar, as well, though his hair is smoothed down, and a suit of black studded leather with shiny silver studs has found its way into his attire. Resting on the table in front of him is a decent-sized backpack, with several items making strange bulges in it. Resting beside it is a thick spellbook, with the name Troi Delmontes carved neatfully into its cover.
"Good mornin', Zoe." Troi says, giving her his traditional greeting. "I'm doin' just fine. Not even anxious to get out, really... kinda funny. I'm a little sorry to have to leave Joe's place behind... but hey, them's the breaks, y'know?"
He looks Zoe over. "I see you're all ready for our little trip."