[ funny. gin knows that she is not his type and therefore knows this is just plain teasing but she doesn't hate it; probably because she accepts this as part of their friendship. though assigning the label of friendship makes her cause, not because of a silly crush, but because in the port mafia your friends were usually other members. they became your friends and family and by extension, it became impossible to leave.

gin looks up at that smile and she wants to shove her hand in his face and shove him. the man is a menace and he's going to most likely be a menace the entire evening. payback, perhaps, for making him wear a suit? gin shakes her head.

she adjusts the mask over her face, hiding her features in the way she's most comfortable with during jobs. ]

There are people who might know of me in attendance. They'd figure out the lie and then it'd get dangerous for you.

[ she does give in and stands a little taller, pats his clean-shaven cheek. ] Ready?