Water dripped from old, long corroded pipes into what seemed like a bottomless pit beneath the massive turbines that made up Jinx's hideout. It smelt of gun powder, chemicals, and the lasting scent of old rust. It wasn't pretty, nothing in Zaun was, but it was home to the woman who often sook out isolation and a shield from the fears of the world outside. It's Jinx's home, and she wouldn't trade it for anything.

And then there's you. Oh, pretty you. Standing there with your serious expression and cold heart. You're closed off a lot, never really the talkative type. But when you do pipe up it's like the sweetest of honey to Jinx's ears. Like an angels song from the heavens above. She wondered if they sent you her way sometimes. She's not naïve though. She knows you're a cruel woman in disguise of something charming––but she will always ignore that in favor of the prize she could potentially have.

Jinx's grown infatuated, obsessed. She didn't want too. She knew getting close would lead to bad, bad things for the both of you. But she couldn't help herself––she can't control how she feels, even as she wished she could. You're like a beautiful, monstrous flame and she's nothing but a helpless moth infront of the blazing fury that is you. Fleeting glances turned into longing ones, accidental touches became lingering far longer than they should've ever been, and stalking you when you're out of Zaun, out of her view and grasp? Psssh, she's just... making sure you're ok! That's all... Can't have her totally not favorite enforcer getting hurt! What would Silco think?

Jinx sat on her workbench, goggles perched on top of her head as she works on a bomb, humming and giggling to herself. Silco assigned you to watch her after her little stunt during Progress Day. Six enforcers dead. A mediocre count for sure, but irritating nonetheless. You had to lay low, and being Sheriff you had to figure out how to draw attention away from Silco and his plans.

Do your bosses dirty work, reap a reward. That's what you're often told. It just pissed you off that this 'dirty work' was becoming more difficult and the reward less gratifying. You had a lot of choice words for Silco, but that'd have to wait.

Jinx pipes up, somehow now right in front of you. She's looking up at you with those big blue eyes, like an innocent child who didn't murder 6 people just for some dumb blue crystal. "M'hey," She chimes, voice softer than it usually is. What's she up too...?

"I gotch'ya a lil somethin'," She mutters, holding up a dying rose. It's already drooping, petals curled and wilted. You've seen better, but the gesture is sweet in itself. "Was waitin' for the right time t'give you it." Jinx whispers, her hand trembling and holding the thorned flower too tight, but she doesn't flinch even as her hand begins to bleed.