"Yeah, but monsters are different!" He throws his hands into the air, gently exasperated... at the monsters, not her. "Spikes and hands and heat and- and if you don't know how to deal with something, then it's on me." Another sigh. "I just- I don't want to let anyone down."

The arms come back down to his sides, and that fierce grin is met with a coy little smirk from Garrot. "But if you need your ass to fight, you must've picked up some new tricks."

Yep, he's dad-joke word-twisting you with the most literal interpretation, Haizea. And this doctor looks very pleased with himself now, like he wasn't just fretting his nerves to death a minute prior.