Later, Garrot will certainly blame that assumption on the drugs and then repress that it ever happened. If nothing else, it gets him to bring his attention away from his phone for a moment. The mug makes him roll his eyes though. Garrot saw himself that the Protector is willing to blame everyone else for, well, everything. Especially his own incompetence.

"You said technically." He turns his phone towards her, showing off a photo, or with a swipe of the thumb, a playable video from the time of the new mother's death. He... can't bring himself to hit the play button, actually. "How did he kill her?" Garrot takes a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. His body and mind are in absolute disarray, and this is all he can do to maintain the illusion to himself. "And how does nobody realize it's him?"

Garrot takes another deep breath in, and his body starts to sway just a bit. As he breaths out, his shoulders slump forward and he's sitting awkwardly cross-legged, one hand bracing himself against his leg. He's really not doing too great.