handprints in wet cement

Yes the voice came. Gin nodded, more to herself than to the girl. It was the same way she would have responded, given the circumstances. Her tail wagged. The ghost would do her best to seem nonthreatening. Heck, she probably would have had to try to seem like a threat in the first place. That was okay. Gin was doing alright. She wished some of the natural social grace, the natural poise, would come back to her. That would take time, yet. Still, she offered a soft smile to the girl.

"Would you mind showing me a good spot to get some water?" That seemed polite enough, reasonable enough, for Gin. She'd been wandering for a while, and was farther afield than she was accustomed to. Maybe the girl would have a good water source nearby, and maybe she'd be happy to share. "I'm Gin," she introduced softly. That would be helpful, hopefully. A name to go with her face. The ghost was doing her best, and that was really all she could offer.

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