"What pieces of shit." The words are about as even and cool as Garrot can manage in his current state. His arms are crossed, and he's looking towards but past Luka and scowling.

"You're telling me they have a one-in-four success rate when things go well, and they made a bet?!" The last word is hissed, swimming in rage. "Stupid, reckless fucking idiots." He groans, rolling his eyes and planting his face in his palm as he loses anything resembling respect for either of the alleged scientists. You do not make jokes and bets when there are countless lives at stake! But the facepalm gesture seems to pacify the eruption Garrot seemed close to letting loose, if only for now.

"What do you think it means, power for a contract?"