Axel's outside, smoking something of dubious origins when Ginko pulls up. He smiles, relaxed and gentle, at his old friend, but when he spots a small frame in the passenger seat the look becomes a little confused and concerned. Regardless, he waves, and gestures to the alley next to his store, moving out of the way.

Currently, he's wearing a glamour, not a particularly heavy one but one that's hard to see through nonetheless. He's got a talent for them; even one he puts on just to come out and smoke is at least halfway decent. However, when he exhales, there're sparks in the smoke.