[Oh right. He had run into somebody. Gintoki's eyes raise to catch a glimpse of the other's face as he realizes he's being talked to. His hand is glued to his shoulder for the time being, though he doesn't offer an apology for the collision.]

[Gintoki lets out a clipped scoff, shaking his head.] Nah, thought maybe we could level over some jelly beans, y'know? Maybe if it tasted some sugar it'd stop making such a damn scene. [Damn, these sick bastards better be glad they picked him for their "liar" role. He's a damn natural.

In actuality, his body ached to move. To do something. He'd fought plenty of alien monstrosities in the war and had faced impossible odds time and time again... and yet this somehow proved different? This stood out as an scenario in which he often saw himself simply running into some gaping maw before being ripped to sinew and bone?

It was maddening.]

I just hate being told what to do. Sit and wait. What are we even waiting for exactly? I get we're supposed to survive, but is whatever's out there... gonna end up in here eventually then, you think?