Garrot wants to shout about how clearly they both know what drunk people are like. They've both been around drunk people and been the drunk people. But that's tossed out the window when Gail's talking just stops. He doesn't answer the question about his health at all, not even a dismissive little I'm fine like the doctor expected to hear. So he stands right back up and makes his way to Gail's side.

"Hey, are you..." Garrot's not sure what to say, but he sees those hands shaking so he wants to say something. "Are you alright, Gail? Do you maybe wanna sit down?" He looks around; they're alone. "You can say whatever's on your mind, I mean-" He chuckles just a little, and starts to smile. "Doctor-patient confidentiality means I can't tell anyone." Anxiety and stress are totally medical conditions, after all!