Ginger had long believed that to better defend the people, you must know who you were protecting... And visiting nightclubs like this provided him an excuse to drink. He was slim for a Titan, but compared to the crowd around him he possessed an incredible physique. He sat at a booth, observing the usual influx of Guardians when a hunter caught his eye. She was undeniably pretty, and at first glance he mistook her for a civilian, until he saw her ghost. He tracked her gaze (sadly, not directed at him) to a Warlock who had just entered, and his ghost intercepted a signal about... a hunt? That would certainly coincide with the Hunter's map. Perhaps something was up between the two... He had to make sure. He brushed his way through the crowd, careful not to hurt any civilians, and sat on the bench next to the Hunter. Trying to seem as casual as possible, to avoid attention, he spoke to her in a quiet voice "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Ahamkara, would you?"