"Uh-huh." Garrot nods slightly, taking in the movement of Gyre's eyelids, that tiny little lean in, and the feeling of someone else's claws on his arm. It's a nice change of pace. Though he doesn't act as much in response, the doctor's eyes do drift lazily across their surroundings, towards those trucks, before focusing back on Gyre's.

"So..." He's smirking too. It's easier for him when Gyre's on the same page. "Do you think you and your morning have any stretch left in you?" The question may as well be rhetorical, but he'd hate to impose.