Gabe looked around his trailer and so did Eric, trying to see it through human eyes. But he'd never really had a home on land, and hadn't really seen the homes of humans, not nice homes. "No, not robbed." He said with a bit of a laugh. "Just, am not needing things, you know?" He picked up a pillow on one of the couches, revealing a battered (and stolen) laptop. "I have that, though. And a phone, somewhere. So I have some things. Maybe they not focus on the things because they give me a tank under the bed for sleeping." Eric said, gesturing to the trap door underneath the large bed that was still perfectly made, looking like it hadn't ever been slept in.
He noticed Gabe running his hands down over his arms and realized that his trailer, apart from not having things, was probably not hospitable for a human. So he went to the wall and fiddled with the dial, raising the temperature. For good measure, he pulled down one of the blankets from the windows and passed it to Gabe with a smile before heading over to the kitchenette to search for glasses. He found them after hunting for a few moments and set about pouring them both a liberal amount of vodka as he thought about Gabe's curiosity.
"Those are sirens." He told him as he returned to him, handing over the glass of vodka. "They sing, pull men down and eat them. We sing too, but is more of a social thing. Not for hunting. Us, down in the deep, we never see humans. Not even know what they are, what they taste like." Now, Eric knew, but he still preferred fish. The only thing that humans had going for them was sheer volume of meat. But Eric wasn't going to think about that; he took his glass and sat down cross-legged on the bed. Smiling, he patted the spot next to him. "Remember what I say, I not bite."