The cell door was opening. Well, that was curious. So they were interested in him for some reason or another. Though why the woman was coming in there when the guards were so against it was completely beyond Gin's ability to understand. That was... until he was questioned about a book. His book?
Well, the book he was claiming as his at this point?
His chin lifted slightly in order to turn his gaze and see if she was holding it out where he could see it. Which she was and it was. With a defeated sigh, he replied, “'s a book 'a poems about life in a place far away.” It was about of elegant of an answer he could muster with as tired, hungry and under-educated as he was.
He sighed again and looked back down at the ground. “Didn't steal that in your market. Had it for over a year.” Gin slouched forward. He wasn't particularly accustomed to being caught. He'd heard what happened to others that had been caught in other parts of other lands.
“I was just hungry,” he added before taking a cautious look up to the woman who had been addressing him, “ma'am.”