Garrot just watches the events unfold. Frankly, given what he'd seen of Ten punching the Protector with the force of a truck, it probably would've just been dangerous to get in the way. Instead, he ends up transfixed on Seven's eyes pressed up against the glass. The Monkey Knight didn't actually get to see the monster up close, and this... doesn't really count either.

"Let me know if you need a hand!" Garrot calls after Gyre, but he's not particularly interested in following. He's probably getting Eight or Nine, and those hallways are a little cramped for his tastes anyway. So instead, he'll look at Five, gesture with his head towards the tank for her to follow, and then walk gently towards it. As much as he wants to talk with her or Ten, the monster awkwardly throwing the box around is kind of a bigger deal.

"Hey there..." His voice is... soft, soothing, very nearly parental. "We're gonna get you out of there soon. How are you feeling?" The question is warm and honest, because he still doesn't really understand the details of what this box is doing for Seven. So Garrot takes a moment to look directly at two of Seven's eyes, and then he gently places the palm of his hand on part of the glass, farther from the monster's face. But then he pauses, blinks for a moment, and in slightly more gruff voice, with a bit more volume and amusement...

"Uh... Tap on the glass a little if you can hear us?" Because, well, if they couldn't, there's no point in him being all warm and fuzzy.