He just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Garrot can't sugarcoat this one bit. "Managing and trying not to look stupid on camera is going to get you killed, Rory." But his posture softens a bit, and he leans back, looking up at the sky. "It only looks fancy when I do it because I've been doing it for like forty years."

The way Garrot sees it, there's a couple things in Rory's way right now: her leg, her uncontrolled bursts of strength, and her focus on appearances. But he's got a cocky little smirk because the wheels started turning. He takes a few steps back, giving Rory quite a bit of space around her. Still smiling.

"You're a farmgirl, right?" It's a rhetorical question, and he's not waiting for an answer to it. "So throw some punches at the air here, and for every punch, name a big tool you use." And then he nods to her, the look in his eyes declaring that she's got his full attention. After all, the main difference between a rake, a spear, a shovel, and a staff is what's on the end. And how you use it, but. Y'know. Plus he'll get to see how garbage her punching form is.

Gotta start somewhere.