Ginia gingerly sets Luger on the table and takes a few steps away. She might as well have set down a rifle as there's no feeling or sensation connecting back to him. It's an eerie silence and stillness as she moves to the far end of the table, then toward the door, then even stepping out into the hallway.

Nothing at all.

She returns to the room and looks at Luger, silent and still as a rifle.

"There was no sense of him at all in any way. There was no more attachment than me handing over my real gun to someone else."

It's a little concerning in that regard. At least he has a difficult form to lose track of. She stares at the rifle on the table, raising her hands to sign, "Return, Nerau."

There's the same flash of as the soulless shinki takes form next to her. Ginia smiles and bows her head at him.

"Luger, would you consent to Kiwami or Ebisu naming you?"