Gyre watches his face for a moment, trying to read him. That failure to react has him absolutely worried, but he's not about to interrogate him here in front of everyone. He moves inside, glancing back at the hand over his shoulder. There's this brief moment of hesitation here. He can feel something in the air, a weird, tense energy that's making his skin prickle. Why are they afraid?

"It's fine if it's you," he finally says, letting this wary trust leak into his voice. He trusts Garrot. He cares about him. Much as everything about him screams that he should get out of here right now, he's giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Said benefit takes critical damage when the man barks at everyone in the room and they all look pointedly away. He is allergic to authority and that's what Garrot is projecting in waves, more so than usual. It makes his whole body tense under that hand. He keeps walking with him, but it's more delicate, more skittish. He'll bolt at the first sign this big dude is going to lash out at him.