Probably not surprising the one who is an eight-foot-tall wolf monster virtually all the time comes across after a moment.

"Hah, what did you do to get yourself locked up like that?"

Garurumon shakes his head, having gotten somewhat used to the presence of all these strangers in the workshop, so although he still is hiding away in the depths of the workshop for long amounts of times, he's venturing upwards, and encountered Stacia among these vines. Having commented that, Garurumon paws at the thorns carefully, testing how bad these are. Since he can breathe fire, he's pretty sure he could just incinerate these, but also doing that indoors is a bad idea.

He has no idea every second he spends here is one second of risk of getting caged along Stacia in there -- and his luck is going to run out.