Naaaah, I think we're fine! [ The dismissal is comically exaggerated, and he even shrugs. ] I mean, we got caught in the rain right after ours blew up, and we were fine. [ Barring the bleeding wounds and general displeasure at the situation, naturally. ]

But yeah, of course I'm paying, we've all earned it! [ Garrot pumps a fist in the air while the other tosses a mozzarella stick into his mouth. In about three seconds, his beastly teeth have shredded the thing and he swallows what's left. His eyes, however, are clearly sizing Olivia up. She definitely doesn't seem to know who he is. ] Have you...

[ Garrot shifts in his seat, rotating so his sweatpants' legs are a bit more visible in the bar lights. ] ...ever heard of MurtaCorp? The little medical company. [ He's understating, the company is huge. And his pants have their logo on them and given how large he is they must be tailor-made. ] Hospitals. Stuff like that. [ They own multiple hospitals around the world, in fact. If she's seen a doctor at all in her life, she's probably come in contact with their tech. Or seen articles about cutting-edge medical procedures. ]

Ring any bells? [ Garrot looks like the cat bugbear that ate the canary bacon pile. Please make him stop this stupid farce, Olivia. ]