Gin let out another breath, but this one was of relief. He once again glances down to his clawed nails, frowning once again. But he only had the claws on one hand, thankfully. But instead of worrying about such a thing now, he quickly turns his attentions to Effy. He had heard that whimper loud and clear, and while he wanted to comfort her right away, he had one thing to do first. Gin, unlike everyone else, did not carry a phone. While it would make his life 600% easier, he didn't want people to have the leisure of contacting him when he didn't want them too. But the people who desperately needed to get a hold of him knew how to find him, and those who he liked? They didn't have to worry about looking for him, he was always around, and Effy was a good case to show for this.

"Effy? Hey, its alright now, he is gone." Gin murmured, wiping his hand on his faded and torn jeans before quickly walking over towards her with his arms open for a comforting hug. "I need to borrow your phone, we need to call Sam and I gotta' call someone else after we talk to him." He is silent for a few moments. "I really don't want you doing this showing tonight now, from how Casey was sounding he was in serious shit... it really seems someone wanted a ticket that couldn't get one." Already Gin's mind was starting to weave out his next course of action, which he was already starting to regret, knowing he would end up calling Micael after he spoke with Samual.