There's a slight wince at the sounds of engines, at the Wizard's struggle to keep her own eye open. It's hard to look at, and Garrot wishes they weren't in the middle of a two-week matter of cosmic life and death. Maybe he could've done something to help her.

"Hm." The idea of her saving things from dead planets was interesting- what would she choose to keep from theirs? It's an idle thought, easy enough to push away as he gets to why he's actually here.

"You two came from the same planet. So were you two the same... physically? Biologically?" Asking the question emboldens him to push further, whether she wants to answer or not.

"Do you two both have tons of vertebrae shoved into tiny little bodies?" He's not at the point where he wants to know their true forms, but he's damn close...