They don't have much to be seen on them--a hat dangling by strings from their neck, a frying pan clutched tightly in one hand. Their disk isn't even on their back, instead kept hidden away where no one will be able to touch it.

Still, there is one thing that hangs out of their pocket--a keychain, connected to a phone that only has real use in sentimental value but remains anyway. And when they feel the tug of someone's grasp they whirl and try to snatch it back--

"Ginko?! What're--y' gotta come with me, it's not safe here!"