Garrot almost audibly rolls his eyes as Luka chides him, but he doesn't see a point in actually saying anything. Yes, Princess, he knows he needs to be at his best, but "clones blown up like ten times" is uncharted territory for everyone. But once he can get a good look at Luka's nose, it captures his full attention. He stares, noting Luka's comments and gesture and-

"They did a shitty fucking job, that's for sure. I mean, none of that's here." Garrot's suddenly turned serious, even a little gruff. He could call Luka out for letting the dressings fall off or whatever, but it wouldn't change anything. Plus it's easier to blame doctors who aren't here. Instead, he takes a moment to grumble to himself in contemplation before leaning out a bit and ensuring a reasonable conversational distance.

"I've got some supplies on hand, so I recommend you let me set that straight once we get back down the mountain." Garrot's using one of his most authoritative personae possible as he delivers that recommendation, even going so far as to straighten his posture and puff out his chest a little. And then he chuckles. "If we don't, you'll have a big purple target on your face and it definitely won't heal properly once we're done here."

At least he sounds confident they'll survive!