After Ben's request for other secrets to be revealed, he looked to both Tora and Marisol expectantly. He knew everyone had skeletons in their closet, and hoped that if he revealed his Yeerk still retained its original form, it would inspire them to reveal themselves in turn. Alas, they wouldn't follow suit. Garrett caught Marisol's almost apologetic gaze. His eyes narrowed, though it was not his place to out others' secrets, he felt that if they were to put each others' lives in each others' hands, all cards should be on the table.
He then looks to Tora, who also had a guilty look about her face. When she tried to derail the current topic, Garrett spoke up, "Nuh-uh. You two, spill. If we're to trust each other, if you expect me to put my life in your hands, and the life of Arrin, I expect full disclosure. Tora, we don't care if you're an Andalite; Marisol, what do you have to be scared of? We're here to save the lives and maintain the rights of Yeerks. Do you really think we would fault you for having a Yeerk? I live with a morph-capable Yeerk, Chad lives with a nothlit Yeerk, you don't exactly have too many reasons to stay in the closet."
Garrett's leg begins to twitch and it kicks out in a seemingly random direction, causing Garrett to fall. "Gah! Dammit Arrin." Garrett begins to talking out loud to no one. "... Okay, okay. I'll go." Garrett stands back up and composes himself. "Arrin wants to meet you personally. He finally realizes that hiding in the shadows is no way to instill trust." Garrett half yells to Arrin about his choice to hide in his head. Though he had intended the comment for Arrin, he had hoped the comment had reached Marisol and Tora too.
Garrett moves to one of the empty stables and walks into it, disappearing from view. Moments later, two men exit the stable; one as expected, was Garrett, and one who was slightly shorter than him. He had blonde hair, green kind eyes, and an athletic build, almost gangly, but defined enough to show his has an outward strength. He's wearing a black spandex costume that looks like the black Spider-Man suit. He and Garrett join, or rejoin as in the case of Garrrett, the group's little circle. He gives a curt nod to everyone and says, "Hello, I am Arrin," he takes a deep breath, "Arrin-821. Nice to meet you."