Ginny was exploring as much as she could since arriving at this place. Still thinking it was some sick twisted joke. So far, it wasn't. And with warm clothes, she made her way out to the streets. Her wild curls still wild. As they blew along the wind. Only to look to a place called Starbucks. "..The fuck is that..." She said to herself.
Once inside, the smell of coffee hit her hard. Her hand coming over her face. "What the fuck..." Is all she muffled for the moment as she glanced around a bit. Grey hues looking to the people hiding from the cold. Sure it was cold, but Gin was used to it.
Steps lead her towards the large sign with writing on it, as she tilted her head reading what was on it. It was... drinks?