Syrgei might be laughing at Tsaerri's indignation if he weren't equally frustrated right now. This isn't turning out to be his ideal day, either. “You've got me,” he says, waving away the butterflies even as they pop out of existence on their own. “I didn't come here expecting a fight. I'd bet that your guess is exactly what Logan thinks right now.” He looks towards the garden door, itching to get out where he might be more useful. It's not as though Tsaerri actually wants his help...or opinion...or general assistance...or anything to do with him for that matter...ever. Tough luck, we're here now. “You're standing better. Are you going to go your own way now?”