"No one here but us humans, where I'm from," Damien answers, shifting a little closer to the booth where Bowser's sitting, in order to get a better look at him. It was the shape of his back, the spikes in the dark that got his attention, and -- yeah, no, he's absolutely some kind of lizard-thing, as far as he can tell, squinting into the dark. That's interesting.

"Is that what your people call themselves? Koopa?"