[Poor guy. It's stupid, probably, but Ginji can't help feeling sympathetic.]

Don't worry, Mr. Asch. I'll get out of your hair as soon as I put these away. [Maybe he should specify what he's talking about, but the only thing he's got with him is Asch's stuff; he'll figure it out. And it shouldn't be a problem for Ginji, either, if he can figure out where said stuff goes. Probably in a closet somewhere, he reckons.]

But hey, if you want, I can bring you food again tomorrow. [Or whatever. It's weird not being part of a team and being given jobs to do. Nowadays Ginji pretty much calls his own shots, imagine that.]

Anyway, you know how to get ahold of me.