@isaacapatow Early evening; on the path toward Ginny's
Is it wrong to be jealous? Would Ike rebuff the feeling, insist that this was nothing worth envying, that the discovery of his kid in this place has left him all scrambled up? Probably, considering how he's looks like he's walking on eggshells now. An interesting sight out of such a big man, though Ike's always been a little antsy, like he's got a live wire under his feet that he can never fully turn off. But this is something different, made even more obvious by the fact that she's been following this raider for nearly a quarter of a mile, stepping heavier and heavier to see if she'll capture his attention, and he hasn't looked over his shoulder once. Like he's in another world.
Time to bring him back to this one, then. "Hey, you!" When she's finally got his eyes, Ginny smiles. "Oh, good. You're not busy." That's presumptuous to say the least and purely based off of his presently empty hands, though he looks like his head's chock full. Good thing she doesn't need him for that. She's beside her own broken front gate, the wind chimes singing a delicate song as they're stirred by a breeze. "I need a hand." She doesn't. It's just a prime time to be nosy. "Two, if you'd be so kind as to spare them."
