Garrot's seen the memes. He's been sent the memes from his kids, forced to vaguely tell them it's all going to be okay because the Protector isn't dead yet. Even though he almost wishes that homicidal asshole was dead.

"Then it'd make sense if the crowd wanted to talk to him just as much as the Princess." There's a tiny little chuckle as he thinks back to his first meeting with the guy. "What'd you think he'd do if tens of anxious fans wanted to ask him questions about what happened?"

After he asks the question, Garrot finds himself grunting in... confusion. He's not sure if the Protector would shut down the questions, or shoot the questioners. Maybe both.