So that's his opus moderandi. Ginia gives a sharp bark of laughter, smiling easier. It's a tactic she can like and appreciate. It's very him and she likes that too. Any reply she might have had is interrupted by the return of their god and coworker. She holds still as her ribs are iced, barely flinching from the initial cold contact.

The only chill thing is the ice as Ebisu's suggestion brings a new flurry of fast signs, a bit of pink slowly creeping across her cheeks.

"You don't have to put me on a stretcher. I can walk! Or put me in vessel form if you don't want me to move!"