Seeing the girl bow, he returned the gesture with a nod of his head. "A pleasure. I'm Gin," he replied, voice solemn but not cold. "And I would appreciate the help. Is there a nearby village for me to stock up on supplies," he then asked, adjusting the bag he was carrying on his shoulders so that it would rest in a more comfortable position. He was beginning to run out of some necessary equipment, a dangerous position to be in when they were on the run.