Green colored eyes shifted up to Trent's face when he asked if he was alright in that slurred styled accent he had. Frowning, Ashton blew air out his nose and released him, backing slowly off. "It's not... unpleasant," he admitted, giving a very human gesture of a shrug. He let it go with one more look over at Trent beside him before leaning over the book on the table again, fingering the corner as he read the page.
"You have many friends here, Trent," he observed, stating what was on his mind. The list Trent was able to pull up of friends when he'd asked him over the network was large. Large by Ashton's standards. He was tasked with finding just one friend, not an ally. While he read about werewolves, Ashton continued, "What did you do to get so many?"