Ginko is in the middle of another effort to wave the mushi away, but he pauses when he hears a voice nearby. He glances over, blinking, and takes a moment to let it sink in that he is definitely being addressed by a caribou. On the bright side, he's been here long enough to be more or less numb to this kind of thing.

He gives a slight nod and takes the piece of funnel cake out of his mouth, his attention drawn away from the mushi. "Possibly. What's wrong?"