Garnet shrugs, as if she can't fathom why that would have been a problem at all. "I was alright," though the way she's shoveling her food into her mouth would suggest otherwise. "I needed to take care of you first." She holds her hand up, pointing her finger at Pearl. "You, are my--" she flicks her wrist, so the pointed finger is now a one, "number one concern." And she quirks just the corner of her mouth ever so slightly into the barest smile; she is the coolest of cool.