As exciting as it was to listen to Homura prattle on about his past, whispering half-mad references to people who weren't there, and reveling in his own martyr, Gin thought he'd heard about enough of what could be considered useful. It'd given him a few things he hadn't known and he now had his maps, regardless of what the Arts and Crafts group might or might not give him. Ran trusted them, but he was still wary about diving headfirst into a group of people who, for the most part, despised him.

Then he caught sight of another familiar face. His own face, however, remained the same, smiling quietly as Homura told his story. He gave no indication that anything had changed.

So the older Kuchiki was here too? How wonderful. Even in Landel's absurd uniform he still retained that same disgustingly regal grace that could only come of those born into privelidge. Luckily, he was too busy pestering his vice captain to be bothered with his own family. Seemed nothing hand changed in that regard.

It was likely about time for Gin to make himself scarce. He was outnumbered, diminished his reiatsu, and didn't need any more excitement for one day. He'd get enough of it in the evening.

"All very touchin'," Gin smiled easily as he rose from his seat. "But I think I might best be goin'. Got a couple other people t'see n' all, 'fore the day's out." A lie, but there were always new people coming in, it paid to keep up with them. He gave a short waved as he walked away. "Be seein' ya," he said, to neither of them in particular.