"As would I, my dear. As would I." It strikes him that, were this another environment, were they not literally in a death match, that a morning stroll with two allies (if not quite friends) arm in arm, might actually be pleasant. He doesn't have anything against the mysterious woman necessarily, even if his interest is piqued by her and the precise way in which she moves, even with the impairments of the Arena.

"Am I correct in assuming that you cannot see through this?" The question is brazen, perhaps. No one likes to admit their deficiencies, less so when doing so could prove fatal. He softens the blow with an addendum: "I can. My species has better eyesight in darkness like this. Try to follow my lead, if you can, and perhaps we can move to higher ground."

With her comfortably on his arm, Garak sets off toward what seem to be small structures. There's no telling what dangers they might hold, of course, but that's a bridge he's quite confident they can cross once they get to it. The important thing for the moment is clearing the Cornucopia and the small skirmishes he can see happening all around them.