As it turns out, Garrot had a bit of a break between his phone calls home. If he just sat there, someone might notice how gross he was, so he's off pacing through the train cars to pass the time and burn off some energy. That's when he finds Haizea seemingly unconscious in a booth, the day after getting a nasty head wound.

"Hey." Garrot is looming over his friend, his tone pointed and gruff and just a bit concerned. At least she's breathing. "You okay?" And then, to make sure, he lightly pokes her in the head with the non-clawed part of one finger.

If she doesn't react, he'll use the claw next time. Maybe poke her in the temple. Now Garrot is almost hoping she's unconscious so he can mess with her...