Ginger eyed him for a moment after Garin’s tirade, still visibly uneasy, but then he loosens his grip on his Fusion Rifle. He didn’t exactly have any other choice but to trust this man at the moment. His helmet still remained in its combat patterns, just in case shit went south. “[b]Yeah,[/b]” he said eventually, “[b]I wouldn’t mind some help getting there.[/b]”