[ Oh great, because a random kid to babysit is exactly what he needs right now. Ragna looks down at Gin, letting out a huff, ready to tell him to piss off, but oddly enough, he manages to keep his temper at bay this time; perhaps it's the cat-ears on his hoodie and all the meowing reminding him of his temporary companion that make him... well, not nostalgic or anything silly like that, but slightly more willing to hear him out. ]

You and me both, kid. I sure as hell don't remember getting on this damn boat, no matter what that bitch says.

[ The concept of not swearing around children is completely lost on him. ]

Guess I'll just have to find the way out on my own.

[ As is the idea of cooperation. ]