Ginko was just... doing his absolute best to figure out what the fuck was happening here. He might assume he was hallucinating or something if it weren't for the villagers' reports, but he couldn't recall hearing of anything quite like this previously.

He was so busy considering that, in fact, that he completely failed to avoid Jack's reach for his hands, instead just tensing up at the excited shaking. Those hands were definitely made of bones. What the fuck.

"You're-- well, you're in a squash field," he managed. "Where were you before?"