As soon as Garrot learned that the general public thought they were dead, he knew what he needed to do. You know, after he got his bearings straight in Craydon. Since things were settling down across the island, it wasn't hard for the Monkey Knight to glare away any of the few pedestrians who tried to approach him so he could get some space to himself. Not only was Garrot soggy and wrapped in towels, but his hood was drawn over his head and at first glance, he'd look gloomy. But after a few moments...

"Come on... yes!" His face lights up, and Garrot's grinning ear-to-ear as he holds his phone facing himself. A video call? "Hey- yeah, I'm fine, I promise." A beat. "Look, if they thought we were dead, they could've checked for a pulse first!" He laughs, loud and boisterous and completely disregarding the world around him. But then he sighs, becoming solemn.

"There was... weird Wizard magic today. It's hard to explain on my own, but..." It's kind of difficult to explain Wizard-triggered time travel and children in obelisks and arm monsters in one day. And then all of sudden he looks offended. "I said I was fine! If you think I look rough, you should've seen that monster!" Once more, Garrot looses a booming laugh that sounds just a little forced.

[ I figure people can tell him to be less Loud, shoot the shit about time travel, or try to engage with the phone call and watch Garrot get very embarrassed. I'll roll with whatever. ]