Garrot hears the hiss, sees the fists, and- Again? That just has to be a weird translation error from his native language. Then there's the distance that Gyre puts between himself and anyone else, and it hurts. Not because Garrot thinks he's in the wrong, but because they're a team and they need to work together, which Gyre doesn't sound too excited to do. So he ditches the whiteboard and walks right over to his grumpy elf friend.

"Look..." His tone is surprisingly conciliatory. Is he... learning? "When someone is sick, I don't just dive in. I gather information, maybe run some tests, and rule out what's risky or harmful for the patient. Our patient is an entire planet. With a little wolf inside." Holy shit, a medical analogy. "We need to do some..." His eyes light up. "Reconnaissance! That's the word." And hey look, a military term, and Gyre was a soldier. Then he looks up to the sky and gets quite loud for the others to hear.

"Does anyone know who the Princess' Knights are, 'cause I don't!" But then his attention goes back to Gyre. "Once we know more, I'll even go with you if you want!" Have a reassuring pat on the back, Gyre. "I've fixed gunshot wounds before, and I can even tag in if you hate the guy and need to walk away. Again." The word isn't delivered rudely, but more with... a feeling of knowing. Garrot won't openly call him out on a linguistic stumble like that, but he'll do it subtly! "O-okay?"

He is trying so hard.