[ Gerry is a man prone to keen observation and uncomfortable amounts of eye contact: he notices when Ozpin’s eyes go distant. It’s not hard to guess what that means. Maybe he’s had and lost close connections, or maybe he’s never had them to begin with. Either way, Ozpin’s expression strikes Gerry as that of someone who is very much alone.

Gerry isn’t in the business of picking up strays. That’s what he’s told himself, for years. But he also understands what it’s like to be marked and alone, knows how dangerous that is. He’s had to find a place for himself in this fearful world, and that place is to make sure as few people as possible share his fate.

So, against his better judgment, Gerry offers: ]

Well, you should probably get out there and make some friends. [ Gerry sticks out his free hand. ] I’m Gerry.

[ Gerry listens to Ozpin’s description of these Grimm. He frowns. It all sounds incredibly strange. ]

If your Grimm aren’t people, then we don’t have anything like that where I’m from. We’ve got people who serve the Fears, and sometimes, the Fears will corrupt animals too — I came across this monster pig back in New Zealand, which was pretty cute if you’re ignoring the fact that it’d eat you for breakfast if it wanted. But that doesn’t sound like your Grimm. As for how anchors work against the Fears — can’t really tell you how that happens. I don’t think anyone really knows. Trying to learn too much about these things is more likely to get you killed than help you fight them.

[ That last sentence is said pointedly, as if Gerry has way too many people in his life on doomed quests trying to understand the dread Powers. Seriously, it’s not worth it. ]