Ginger frowned, taking a glance around the house. Trying to imagine what Jack would look like in a normal situation. He couldn't see it clearly, seeing him in a normal setting felt strange. He followed him to the corner tense, a smile tugged at his lips at Jack's last comment. It did make him chuckle, but he was more focused on the rummaging. Ginger gripped his machete tightly, craning his neck to see better in the kitchen.