It sounded like someone was coming down there, someone that wasn't clopping like the guards did, but was being escorted or followed quickly by the guards. Gin was neither impressed or alarmed. What did it matter? They already had him and it probably didn't have anything to do with him anyway. There were other people in cells and those were probably people of far more consequence. He didn't kill anyone. All they were holding him on was some petty theft charge for some food and then the claim that he didn't own nothing else in his bag.
Which was true, or at least had been true at one point... he had it all long enough now that he considered the items his now, but that was it.
But then the noise kept moving further down the hall, closer to where he was... until it was right outside his cell door. Gin turned his head slightly, just to see what the noise was about, and at first only saw one of the guards and so turned back to look at a bit of straw in the corner. But then he heard the voice.
He wasn't sure whose voice it was. It had been awhile since he'd talked to the Queen so it wouldn't have been familiar immediately. The words didn't strike him as too strange. Perhaps that was part of the procedure here for how prisoners were dealt with.
The best choice was silence, so Gin didn't say anything. He grabbed a long bit of straw and fiddled with it a bit. It was better to not incriminate himself further.