As the door to the bridge opened up it revealed Ginga walking in and yawning a bit. Last night had been interesting for her. She had spent the night wooing ladies of the court and fending off the advances of several men. Ginga simply wasn't interested in men. She was like her lover Amelia Burnside a lesbien so she felt no attraction to men. However all those thoughts dash from her brain as her nose noticed the smell of fresh made coffee in JW's hands. "Oh please tell me there is more of that wonderfully heaven sent ambrosia?" she asked him her hands held up in a gesture of prayer.