[Ginko's steps slow a little, too--the better to look at Jack incredulously. That sounds... pretty damn ridiculous, really.

But before he can say as much, Jack is poking him with a stick. Ginko swipes a hand at it, a hair too slow to actually bat the stick away.]

Hey, cut that out. Of course I'm a human; my hair color has nothing to do with it. [Frowning lightly, Ginko stopped walking and turn to face Jack fully.] What do you mean, I can see you? You're... [The frown deepens. This kid doesn't seem like a mushi to him; he can't be sure, because there's no one around to ask if they can see the boy too, but the kid isn't flying, or glowing, or doing anything else mushi-like. Ginko cups one hand over his mouth, his unlit cigarette neatly sliding between two fingers.] You're human too, right?