"As am I, though even without it, I can do some pretty good patch jobs." Gin mutters softly, nodding towards Kayden. His red eye slowly glances towards Drake, offering a bit of a playful snort. "Sooo dangerous, Nails. So dangerous." With that though, he went quiet, promptly finishing his undercooked hamburger and reaching for the next. He seemed to find himself rather distracted as he dug into the still nearly pink meat of the second burger. He should have gotten buns and ketchup, too. Today it suddenly tasted oddly bland, at least to him it did. Maybe it was just his mood... he had to be in -some- kind of mood to actually enjoy his food. He had been on edge just a few moments ago, but it passed the moment he got his worries off of his chest and in the open.

Slowly he reaches up a free hand, holding onto the now mere few bites of undercooked burger with the other, to rub at his eyepatch. It was a simple piece of leather with some cloth that laced around his head without much of a problem. It was comfortable and rather soft. Though it sometimes itched, like now. He stops rubbing his eyepatch though and merely continues to finish his meal, listening to the rest of them chatter.