Training ground Jett jumped off the platform, rolling to the ground. A silvery strand of hair had escaped from her hood—she didn't pay attention to it. Light breathing.

-"Ten out of ten." She clapped her hands together.

-"Tell me honestly, have you ever seen someone so graceful in flight besides me? No? Me too."

She turned to look at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

-"hm. You want to repeat the feat, right? Okay I bet you can't handle it. You can't even get to the middle without sprawling on the first corner."

A mocking smile plays on her face, but without malice — rather, with sincere interest. She takes a step closer, bowing her head slightly.

-" If you pass by a miracle, I promise to be nice. One day. Zero jokes. Maybe I'll even tell you what you look like... Well, it's fine. It will do for an extra in the background."

Pause. The grin widens.

-"But if you fall... the coffee in the morning is mine. And don't whine. I drink with vanilla and patience, which, by the way, you have zero."

Jett retreats, jumps onto the railing and sits down, swinging her legs. Her eyes sparkle with interest, excitement, and a spark of rivalry. And something else. Something barely perceptible.

-"Come on. Surprise me, hero."