[It's a horrible idea and he should know it. Ginia sees him out of the corner of her eye and marks his presence enough, but when he grabs her sleeve, her attention snaps to him. She's sparred with people, patrolled, been around others, but no one's grabbed her out of the blue and her free hand immediately drops toward the knife hidden under the back of her jacket as she pulls the grabbed arm away.
He's a child though--the same one from the shade--and even with her free hand twitching for a knife, a borderline at the forefront of her mind, she holds still just enough to not harm him.
There's no recognition in her eyes as Ginia stares at him, just the startled confusion of an operative-turned-shinki unsure what to do next.]
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He's a child though--the same one from the shade--and even with her free hand twitching for a knife, a borderline at the forefront of her mind, she holds still just enough to not harm him.
There's no recognition in her eyes as Ginia stares at him, just the startled confusion of an operative-turned-shinki unsure what to do next.]