...That is a familiar. A lone, unattended familiar, floating in front of a storefront with no sign of intention or initiative.

There are few reasons Ginko can think of for something like that to be happening, and most of them aren't very good. She casts a quick glance around to make sure there's nobody around to see before she approaches, one hand remaining tucked into her jacket pocket while she temporarily takes her cigarette between two fingers.

"Hey. Who sent you here?"