Jinx is toying with something that clacks and tings, quite alike metal. Perhaps it is a Shark bomb of sorts? A gun?

She makes a clacking noise with her tongue, sitting amongst the darkness of the dimly lit rafters above Silco's office. A clock whirrs and clicks somewhere below.

"Whaaaat!" She exclaims, albiet rather softly and quietly, as she drops something before picking it up again.