Better at this? Better at what? Getting away? Gyre watches him with this vaguely concerned expression, wondering what exactly he's looking for. His eyes widen once he sees where Garrot is pointing, and he wonders if the other wants some place private for him or for himself.

Either way, he appreciates the gesture, moving towards the dingy parking lot. He's not overjoyed to stand around between two giant, nasty trucks, but it's better then being stared at. When Garrot offers the idea of a park, he looks up and around, but uh he is completely city blind. He barely knows how to get to the station much less any place as pleasant as a park.

"Maybe. This is fine," he says, sliding in between the trucks and glancing upwards at the high walls they're suddenly surrounded by. It's claustrophobic for him, but he'll deal with it, turning to face Garrot. "Why do you want this to be private?"