Garrot allows himself a curt little groan- of course Luka couldn't get anything about the weird crafts. But they're big, they're there, and they presumably worked well enough to get two people to the planet... if Luka's guesses are to be believed. But as the Princess continues lamenting the state of information, Garrot takes a moment to put a reassuring hand on one of Luka's shoulders. No force, no tension, just...

"Sxicq and the animals speak the same language. Saw it happen." He sighs, because there's an observable fact, rather than hearsay. Then that hand gives a gentle little squeeze. "Research is all about sifting through whatever a bunch of people think, and figuring out the truth. And I'm Murtacorp's head of Research and Development. Maybe I could help?"