Ginger paces back and forth, akin to a wolf guarding its prey, ears attuned to the slightest sound of danger. Once in a while, he looks out at the transparisteel windows to observe the massive Dread portal. "After this, we make a break for the hangar. Will you be able to keep up with me?" He makes it sounds like a jest, but a tinge of worry can be detected in his voice.