Greg braces himself as Ginko struggles with the unseen animal, but once it comes out it's sort of... well, it's sure as heck a lot less intimidating than most of the creatures Greg's come in contact with.

"Woah. Uhh, hey there little buddy."

Caught between the impulse to help Ginko hold it, the instinct to give it a pat, and the worry of making it worse or getting bitten, Greg's hand reaches out and pulls back a couple times. He settles on giving the animal an awkward little wave hello.

"What's a guy like this do for the carnival? Is it part of a routine, or something?"