Ginger watched her curiously as she paused, searching for the right words to say as to why she was out in the rain. She nodded her agreement with the latter half of the woman's comment about not caring anymore. That, she could relate to. "Yeah, you're right... I'm pretty numb myself right now." Although some of that was contributed by the copious amounts of alcohol she'd had that night, she was pretty sure some of it could be blamed on the rain.
"Yeah, the complex...is it really that far?" Ginger had no clue, she barely even knew where she was, nevermind being in any sort of state to attempt to judge distances. "Maybe I could stay there for a little while...maybe til the rain lets up."
Though Eponine's introduction came with a certain realization of her own forgetfulness, Ginger hadn't even realized the lack of it. "I'm Ginger." she noted in return.