The young girl moved to the side of the cage, waiting patiently for Gin to slow down enough to see him. Her eyes scanned the entire cage, but no matter how much she squinted, she could not even see a shadow, never mind the person himself. As for Gin, he was moving around the cage at top speed. It was only when he caught a scent in the air did his eyes narrow, and his lips curled up. He readied his daggers, and when the scent became stronger, he stabbed out.