While Ginko struggles over the struggles that come with interspecies communication, Joker slowly begins to pass the guts into his mouth and down his gullet. For a regular human, the choking issue would come into play. In contrast, Joker doesn't seem to be affected very much. They're not so thick as to be difficult to swallow, unlike much larger prey. No tearing things up with is teeth, or all that. Just one long piece. It leaves his lower face even more bloodied up, but hey. What the hell is etiquette. He'll get it fixed whenever he dives down into the water again.

With that last swallow, he hums thoughtfully. "Innards or guts," he repeats slowly. He thinks he has this. Maybe. It's taking a lot of listening, however, and picking through the words. The rest of the sentence is a little too complex right now, however. Too many unknowns.