Ginto tensed as she was brought into a hug, but she relaxed, taking in as much warmth as she could. Team Midnight was a team she honestly considered to be her family. With the death of her mother and father all those years ago, vengeance was the only thing that gave her purpose, but it was unhealthy and couldn’t sustain her forever. It was Midnight that helped give her another purpose -- people to care and live for. Even though Trey was half-cyborg, maybe more, he had a warmth with him that just spelled family -- a brother. She basked on the attention, wrapping her own arm around him and squeezing him slightly, before tapping his back twice and let go. 

“Well, it’s good to know that you’re taking care of yourself considering you’re pretty high-maintenance.” She eyed him, still impressed that she couldn’t see where the synthetic skin began and the natural one ended. “What kind of upgrades are you talking about? Rockets? Lasers? A built-in gun?” She made a face of distaste. “This is why I just stick with a baton. I can just buy another one if I lose or destroy it. I don’t see why everyone has to make it complicated. I mean, my latest upgrade, if it can even be called that, is dust grenades…” she paused before her eyes widened, and her head turned to the now-mostly empty front desk, “that I’m meant to get in this shop.” 

Ginto turned her gaze back to her Trey. “Are you done?” It was a redundant question considering he was up and about and covered, but it was good to be sure. “I’ll get my grenades, and we can catch up while we walk? Or maybe hunt some Grimm as a field test for the grenades? A friend of ours back in Beacon offered me a discount if I test them.”