[. . . He wasn't expecting Zura, though it's a bit of a relief that it's him and not some stranger, or a monster. Gintoki will look at him, confused, a brow quirked as he takes in the slight and feels the other's sword against his bokuto.]

O-oi. How safe do you think I feel when I walk into my place and this guy I know is pointing a sword at me. How safe should I feel?

[He'll look closer, eyes narrowing a bit. ]

. . . the hell is wrong with you, Zura? Too many video games for you too?