Coincidence or bad luck finally striking? Ginia grabs the bottle of water before someone can trip on it, tucking it and the remaining pamphlets into her jacket. The crowd settles again with the crisis averted, the veil of the Far Shore and the fact most people don't look up giving them the cover they need.

Ginia leaps onto an awning and finds the broken line dangling from an anchor at the corner of a roof. Leaping up there, she pulls it up and studies the broken line. It's a natural fray, something that would have given out eventually.

That it's today of all days is far too convenient.

"I'm chalking it up to whatever weirdness is causing problems." she signs at Kimi. "I can see if anyone has rope or twine we could reattach it."