The dark haired woman had flicked on the light over the kitchen expecting it to flicker and look like something out of a carnival hell house as she started to put away groceries but it had instead provided a steady and stable source of light which had caught her off guard and she'd stopped to look up at it to wonder how long that had taken him as she held a box of cereal half into a cupboard.
If raccoon nails didn't click on concrete as he'd walked into the area, she probably wouldn't have even known he was close by but she was still looking up towards the light when she spoke.
"Decided that hoping Wade is an epileptic wasn't worth the headaches the lights were giving you, huh, Baby?" Ginger called out as she pushed the box the rest of the way into the cupboard and finally torn her gaze away from the fantastically stable light to look for him and smile happily when she found him strolling in as if being a 2 foot tall raccoon in denim was the norm.
They'd been pretty much all over North and South America by now and she still had yet to met another single Were that would rather spend most of their time in their animal form than human. Something that included even the ones that were born as infant animals instead of humanoid. Ginger was positive that there was some kind of reason behind that, but he'd never hinted at why and she wasn't about to pry into it.
If Rocket wanted to tell her, then he would eventually. She'd figured that part out well enough on her own. Hell, it had taken 3 years before he'd even admit that Rocket wasn't his birth name to her though, how he'd thought she'd have ever thought it was was still one of those things she just shook her head about. "I found someone to come in and replace the window up front for pretty cheap." She informed the raccoon as she removed a six pack from a bag and held it up for him to see before she put it in the fridge to chill.
"Wade's setting up some stuff in the living room and yes, they did have that stuff at the hardware store and they did sell by the case. They'll drop off a pallet of it in the morning before lunch." She didn't ask why he wanted so many lead ingots. She could take a stab at it, and that stab would be for ammo. Ginger wouldn't be at all surprised if he didn't have a bullet press or something intended on making someone's body a little more air conditioned after they pissed him off.