Garrot is not having any of this. Absolutely no coffee (they're asleep, why does he need it?!) and as much as he wants to snap at Matilda for speaking on his behalf (isn't that rude?!) things move a bit faster once the others come to. He's glad Haizea's as mad as he is, and Matilda being such a dainty doormat doesn't really surprise him either. Gyre... he's given up trying to predict that one, for better or worse. So when one Wizard becomes four the doctor tenses up, looking ready to fight, until... they start walking off.

He scowls, letting out a simple "tch" as he watches his allies divide themselves. What happened to being united against the Wizard?! Garrot knows he can't shout, because he'll just get muted again, and he can't run off and try to pull back one of them, because then this bitch could react, and- and...! He lets out a tiny little whine, his ears drooping and his scowl deepening as he stalks off towards the tomat-ish patch.

"This is insulting!" He calls out to her sounding quite disgusted, and his giantesque footfalls get louder and louder. He's following her, against all his judgment. "I mean, my father was a Princess Knight. My father who's dead because of you and your monsters. I hate you and you're literally the end of the world, so why should I even give you the time of day?!" He's pissed, but his tone shows he's actually expecting some kind of answer.