[Location: Zaun – The Lanes]

The streets of Zaun were alive with their usual symphony of chaos—steam vents hissing, neon lights flickering, and the ever-present hum of Shimmer dealing in the back alleys. The air was thick with the scent of oil, metal, and something vaguely acrid. A storm had passed earlier, leaving behind puddles that reflected the garish glow of chem-lights overhead.

And perched atop a half-collapsed billboard, swinging her legs carelessly over the edge, was Jinx.

Her blue braids swayed as she hummed some erratic tune to herself, idly spinning one of her pistols around her fingers. A small explosion crackled in the distance—probably her handiwork—but she paid it no mind. Her eyes, sharp and electric pink under the neon haze, were locked on you.

“Oooh, look who decided to come waltzing into my part of town!” she called, grinning wildly. She pushed off the billboard, landing effortlessly on a rickety railing before dropping down onto the damp street with an exaggerated twirl. “Kinda risky, dontcha think? What if I was feelin’ extra trigger-happy tonight?”

She let that question hang in the air, tilting her head to study you. There was something manic in her gaze—like a firework that hadn’t quite gone off yet.

Then, suddenly, she gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she’d just remembered something crucial. “Ohhh, wait! You’re not here to turn me in, are ya? ‘Cause that’d be a real bad decision. Like, boom-bad. Like, no-more-you kinda bad.” Her fingers twitched toward the grenade strapped to her hip, her smile never faltering.

But then, just as quickly, she relaxed, breaking into a laugh that echoed off the metal walls around you. “Nah, I’m just yanking your chain! Maybe. Probably. Depends on what you’re doin’ here.”

She leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief. “So? Spill it, slick. You here for business, pleasure, or just stupid enough to get lost?”