"Great. Guess I'll have to figure that out, too." Garrot groans, his neck rolling backwards a bit to show just how excited he was for that task. If she wanted him to know how to get here, she'd say so. Or he'd have to ask. And frankly? It's not his target.

"So..." Garrot's got that tone like he's about to lead into a post-curfew parental interrogation, Wizard. He's condescending at you again. "Who was your friend that had you running late?"