It's strange, yes, but Garrot doesn't think much of it. She's been literally murdered and half her body is machine. He didn't really expect her to be too useful anyway. But the rest of the news... it helps. Just a little.

"At least he can't freeze us before he shoots us..." He trails off, still disheartened by the idea that there's so little they can do against him. He doesn't like feeling useless, he has to figure out something...

"Wait. You know magic." The statement is a no-brainer. Sxicq couldn't help, and since the Protector is really dodgy and a murderer, his mortal enemy should be eager to share!

So he tosses the mug behind him, and it's immediately caught by a clone. And suddenly, the primary Garrot is dual-wielding... golden-bronze oven mitts? And he's glaring at her again, with actual concern piercing the grumpiness.

"What can he do about this?" And then he lightly pats the two oven mitts together. If the Protector powered him up, then...