"Wait--" he starts when she wraps his arms up and starts tugging him along. He follows, of course. This is where he wanted to go to begin with after all. Through all this, all he's wanted is to bring her to Seven so she can help them, but now she's gone and tied him up in the process. He grits his teeth, trying to fight the immediate fear that jumps up into his throat.

"Let go," he says quickly. And when she doesn't, he tugs on his arms, making an anxious grunt of a noise. "Let go-- let go," he repeats himself a little sharper each time, beginning to struggle in earnest by the time he's pulled through the door. It's almost a relief when she throws him off, even if he's sent stumbling over his legs by the force of it.

He realizes exactly where he's getting thrown a few moments too late to stop himself, bringing his hands up to catch himself against Garrot's chest with an oof. The moment he has his own momentum under control though, he's going to take a few quick steps back and away, putting distance between them. He rubs his wrists nervously, little shivers running up his back as he tries to breathe and calm himself. But he's not going to say anything until Seven is out, especially not after Ten asked for all of them to stop, his eyes meeting Garrot's before he turns to watch Nine. The last thing he wants to do is add to whatever chaos Ten was trying to get under control.