Ginko really, really doesn't know how to feel about the idea of harvesting Epsilon's body fluids for medical use, but-- he guesses it probably won't make his condition any worse? So there's probably no reason to stop Faust from going ahead--

Or this could happen. Ginko startles and takes a step toward Faust, his hands raised slightly. Without knowing Faust's thought process, this is just... bizarre and kind of alarming. Which makes it worrying. "--Are you alright?!"