[Indeed, Equius is sort of hulking for a 6 and some sweep troll - it's a little scary to think how big he might have gotten, allowed to reach his full adult size. The broken horn, teeth, and dark glasses probably don't help make him any less intimidating, nor the very serious expression on his face when he turns at her whistle. He's been systematically looking up and down the street, and approaching random humans, which has been frustrating, to say the least.]

You are Lalonde? Yes, I can see the resemblance. [He cocks his head to one side thoughtfully, then pulls a white cloth from his sylladex and mops his brow, before putting it away again, a little self-conscious about his size.]

I told you, I believe. I am very STRONG. [He doesn't raise his voice on the last word, but it is emphasized, the capital letters clearly audible in the way he says it.]