"Dude, that would be awesome if you could. You have to try! Superpowers are fantastic!" He sounds extremely excited about this. He may be having a real sucky time right now but people, even dead people, with superpowers is just too cool.

"Eyes?" He frowns, he's concentrating very hard on not bolting or trying to scramble under a table or something. Or worse, attack. He didn't think he would, the instincts were begging him to get out of here. "Sorry, I just--" His voice is a little distorted, there's a gruff texture to his words, a growl in his throat. His teeth felt crowded again, his canines probably lengthened again on both his top and bottom teeth. "It's the scent, it's--there's something telling me it's dangerous. You're dangerous. This place is dangerous."

...except how dangerous can this guy be? He just tripped.