[ He bites back a grunt of pain as the boy — Robin — presses gauze against his wound, then shifts to press down on the booted foot he has on the ground as Robin slides under his arm, rising a little unsteadily to his feet. He's smaller than Maelle, but not by much, she's still such a petite thing—

Gustave shakes his head like a dog trying to shake off an insect, focuses on simply staying upright. ]

It sounds like I'm supposed to know what that means, so I hope eventually you'll tell me. But it's nice to meet you, Robin... I'm Gustave.

[ His glance flickers over the fallen creature, then up at the arena around them. ]

And we should probably get out of here before another one of those things decides to show up.