She's not actively trying to tear him open anymore, so that's nice. Maybe they've found their peace with each other. Grif relaxes his stance (sort of), drops his arms, and sighs. "So no more of that shit, right? We're okay now. Good boy." He doesn't feel like he's going to immediately die now, but that doesn't mean he's completely comfortable around this giant wild animal who tried to eat him. "If you don't start, I won't start," he says as he begins to take slow steps backwards, down the hall. He's still got shit to do, but he doesn't want to just up and turn his back on Nibbles.

That level of trust just ain't there right now.