"Can we shake hands?" Gin inquired graciously, as though it were a means to further fortify the bond they had recently formed.
"..."
Recalling Desmond's caution, Ronnie could only furrow her brow, swiftly creating a 'spot' beneath her before sinking into it, prompting a resigned sigh from Gin.
'Too bad,'
Gin contemplated absconding with either the pen she held, which possessed the extraordinary ability to both "erase" and "write," or the "spot" that is capable of teleportation between locations.
'What a busted abilities and artifact,'
Only Ronnie's capabilities had been witnessed by Gin in action. However, he understood that her performance hadn't reached its peak, yet this didn't imply that Gin himself was exerting his utmost effort.
He wanted to see if the person he tailing was no other than Dune's men but to his disappointment, it was another group that he had no time to know.
'Secret Society.'
