'Oh, you 're awake. '

When Gin rouses, he keeps startlingly still, opening his eyes just briefly to take in where he 's ended up this time. His head has cooled. Now he just has to keep his heart rate down until he finds Anne again. He 'll be fine, he 's good at that.

He can smell the disinfectant on him, the many bandages on him. Everything hurts, but at least everything also feels secured in some form of treatment.

The man beside him ' older, blonde, ah, a fellow thick jacket enthusiast.

'You remember where you are, sonny? '

It 's Granny Kokoro, sitting at the counter. Chimney and Gonbe are there, too, turning around grinning widely in assurance.

'I need a drink, ' Gin says.

The blond man laughs. 'Nice! Straight for the alcohol, I love you, man! ' he says. 'Alright, let 's get this chap something good! '

'Paulie, keep your voice down. He 's got a concussion, ' Chimney frowns.