Ginko's expression darkens, just for a moment. It's close to the kind of quiet disapproval Foster is probably used to seeing from him, but there's more of an edge to it now, something that runs deeper than just a display of vague irritation.

"...If you want to transplant them, I don't see why you need my help with that. It would be more efficient if we focused on different areas." With that, he moves to leave, trying to step around Foster. Now isn't the best time to try and hold a conversation with a guy who seems intent on mocking him.