For the record, Garrot still has blood smeared on his forehead, and now his face has a light, spotty layer of dirt. His hair has a bit of both. And he's still high, so he looks both worse and ridiculous. But he just laughs and sighs at the remark, ignoring the detritus on his face that he can't even feel and... taking a few scoots towards the Wizard.

"So... Iron Maiden..." He chuckles a bit at the joke before fixing his unsteady gaze on her and turning on his Analysis Eyes. "Are you really dead? Because you seem plenty alive to me."

At least he's not trying to stand, Xaljim.