Gin smiled right back at the boy, holding back any comments about whether or not the child should be calling himself a man when he looked barely old enough to survive the nights here. As with everything else though, it was likely not what it seemed. Gin was happy to play along.

"Ichimaru Gin," he replied. The boy was confident enough about his abilities, so perhaps he'd have some ideas. "A description f'now," he said, opening his hands to reveal that they contained nothing. "I wonder," he started, "what kinda things I might need t'broadcast to the other radios. That possible?"