For a moment, Ginko... wavers, caught between impulses to pull away from the unexpected contact and lean into it, let the cool surface of Joker's skin soak up the dry heat from his own. In the end, he settles for lifting his hand to rest over Joker's, giving a couple clumsy attempts at reassuring pats. "I'm-- alright."

Then his face brightens, as well, if only by a little. "Thanks."

If they get lucky, maybe he won't die out here, after all.