What a horrific sound to have to listen to while he adjusts his head, balancing it in place while he ties his collar back on. He notes Garrot's double blocking his body from view, and he's utterly grateful even if he can't say so. Same for Ten getting close to him and quietly checking his status. He dismisses the concern because there's more important things going on in this room, and he winces as he hears those last ragged notes of Seven purging whatever awful thing was in their body.

By the time he's standing again, Nine is nearly to the tank and Ten is offering the towel out. He scans the scene, taking in as much as he can. The glint of metal in all that black goop. Five's horrified face. How nice that towel looks. Garrot standing there like a hero.

He makes a slight gesture to catch Five's attention, miming breathing in and out in a calming way. Breathe, little monster, it's going to be okay. The tension from her is palpable and Seven doesn't need it.

And then he turns to another thing Seven doesn't need at this exact second, grabbing Garrot by the back of his shirt and murmuring quickly and softly, "Don't approach. They'll need space." He says this like a person who knows this is the case, and he lets go of the other's shirt a moment later. He's not forcing him to do anything, but it is clearly a strong opinion he has.