[Ginia shrugs off her backpack and grabs a section of books around the envelope and few more books that look older or rarer. She rifles through the rest of the books, skewing the shelf as if someone had swept through looking for something hidden behind them. She makes quick work rummaging through the dresser, tossing a few things aside but mostly rummaging through. The two silk cloths are taken as well as the nice one under the bonsai plant. The handful of change and tossed receipts and business cards on the nightstand (mostly for new restaurants or bars) are swept into a large ziplock bag from her backpack, the drawer rummaged through and left askew. She lifts up the mattress and lets it drop onto the frame.
She doesn't upturn the altar, but pours the water into the bonsai planter and takes the porcelain cup. Loading the books, envelope, and silk cloths into her backpack - a meager but reasonable load for a thief - she heads out to join Shun.]
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She doesn't upturn the altar, but pours the water into the bonsai planter and takes the porcelain cup. Loading the books, envelope, and silk cloths into her backpack - a meager but reasonable load for a thief - she heads out to join Shun.]