The rhythmic clatter of the train’s wheels filled the air as you stood near the cargo doors, rifle slung and senses sharp. Across from you, Jinx sat slouched on the bench, legs spread wide, her hands resting casually on her knees. Her sharp eyes locked onto yours, glinting with mischief and a dangerous edge. Slowly, she tilted her head and gave a subtle nod, a silent gesture that carried more weight than words ever could.

You held her gaze, unflinching, letting the tension simmer between you. Then, with deliberate precision, you winked at her. Her smirk widened, amusement flickering in her expression as she leaned forward slightly. One hand lifted, and with slow, deliberate precision, her mechanical middle finger extended upward. The exaggerated motion was accompanied by her mouthing a rhythmic “oh… oh… oh,” each sound dripping with mockery as the metallic gleam caught the dim light.

For a moment, you froze, your composure cracking as your eyes widened in genuine shock. Heat crept up your neck as you quickly glanced away, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance flashing across your face. You shifted your stance, trying to brush off the moment, but her quiet snicker let you know she’d seen it all—and she was loving every second of it.