She knew he was mostly telling the truth. Anyone with half a brain could see how attatched he was to his sister. Without her, Pietro seemed more of a shell than anything else. Even through his malaise, he seemed happier than when she'd seen him last. As for him protecting her, nobodi could make her believe she had ever needed it. Teja protected her because he wanted too, which was different.
Rolling her eyes, Gaz reached down into her boot to pull out the knife she'd started to carry there. She would always prefer bats, but the blade was easier to carry. Popping the blade out, she lightly cut off a fingertip, letting Pietro watch as it slowly repaired itself. "I'm really strong too, but I've always been able to do that."