Ginia glances at the kitchen knife present among them. The name is already one burden of responsibility and treason, she's not going to place another on him. It also feels a bit much to put on him when they've been dating for all of four days, even if they're in this treasonous handbasket to hell together.

She bows slightly to Aomi.

"Thank you. Can you buy a backpack for me? I don't want to travel around too much with the mask unconcealed. I'll look up stations I can use for the interim."