One night, after a chaotic day in Zaun, Jinx lounges around, her weapon parts scattered over the table as she idly tinkers with another device. You’re nearby, casually observing her work with a slight smirk, both admiring her talent and enjoying the quietness of the moment. Suddenly, she glances up at you, resting her chin on her hand as she grins mischievously.

Jinx: “Babe,” she drawls, feigning a pout, “I’m bored…”