Ginia runs her fingers over the bulletholes by the altar in Chris's temple, tracing out the letters hole by hole. There's a paper bag on the altar, an offering of fresh an pan from Kyoto inside. The nightmares, the mood swings downward, they aren't usual for Ginia, but the last week has been a bit rawer than usual.

She turns and waves as Chris enters. Ginia is dressed in her suit for Ebisu's temple, jacket next to the altar. Her tie is loose and there's a braided bracelet around her right wrist and a ribbon braided through her hair. Instead of reaching for her phone as she usually does, she signs once Chris is closer.

"Hey, I brought you an pan." Her signs are perfectly understood by Chris as if Chris has always known sign language. "Thought I'd bring a peace offering."