Honestly, the dual-weapon daze makes Garrot set aside Luka's remarks, at least at first. See, two Garrots with two weapons is a great concept, one he'd love to test out under better circumstances. But with that snide little remark, both Garrots turn directly to Olivia, giving her all of their focus. If he doesn't distract himself for a moment, Seven might strike while he's in the middle of knocking Luka's teeth out!

"That's assuming there's just one wound, and that it even makes sense." Garrot nods at Olivia, she's on the same train of thought as he is. And he's visibly and audibly proud of her! It's a weird combination with his semi-feral rage, to be sure. "Once we're sure it's Seven, I'll kill it myself." Then Garrot turns his attention from Olivia to Luka, still eerily reflexively as one of the Garrots and his weapon disappears. "But we need more information before we do anything regrettable."

But then the lone Garrot strides over to Luka, his heavier footfalls unmistakable. "If Four, Five, Six, and Ten can talk, Seven should be able to. Your vote of confidence doesn't change anything." Quickly and casually he shoves Luka's chest with his fingertips, as if to remind him who the trained fighter is. But the Princess may feel a little heavier, because suddenly there's a chunky breastplate covering his front. If anyone's getting hurt today, Garrot clearly doesn't think it's himself.