Garrot has had quite a time this morning, between locking down a ramshackle hospital wing, getting beat over the head with other people's findings, and forcing himself to tell the others that the Protector killed his father.

But eventually, after all the fallout from that meeting subsides, Garrot makes his way to the Garden. There were some conversations that had some dire implications, things he couldn't wait another minute to ask about. Things like losing their powers or the shared history of the Protector and his enemy.

"Hey." It's one word, decidedly less pushy or aggressive than he's been in the past. No screaming or snarling or collapsing under the weight of heavy sedatives. He's... tired. "Can you multitask when you're gardening? I got questions."