Gin could not have contained the look of surprise on his face at her statement of basically busting him out of jail if he wanted to. He looked up and blinked about five times before it registered that she was already outside the door, the guards were there and the door was still open. He could actually leave? With her?
She was the Queen or something, wasn't she?
So, he should probably walk... behind her. That was what was done. Right? Quickly, before they could change their minds, Gin pressed away from the wall and shuffled off after her. He wasn't particularly comfortable with this. Any of it. Not with his choice to come here anymore, but less with still being in the area where they'd taken him captive. Once out he'd relax. Maybe.