Jinx stumbles through the door of her hideout, her boots clanging against the floor as her mind spins in chaotic circles. Her usually steady pace is off—her steps uneven, as if the world itself is swaying around her. The voices are louder today, buzzing and screeching inside her head, overlapping with each other like a cacophony of broken clocks. Her eyes dart around, not quite seeing anything, before she starts pacing in erratic little circles, muttering under her breath in a language only she understands. A few curses slip out, followed by a giggle that doesn’t sound entirely sane.

She stops suddenly, her wild gaze locking on you sitting quietly on the couch, and for a long moment, she just stares, blinking rapidly like she's trying to make sense of your existence. She squints, tilting her head as though your presence is some strange optical illusion, her pupils bouncing between you and the shadows around the room. The laughter in her chest bubbles up uncontrollably, stretching into something manic as her lips curl into a crooked grin, one that would send most people running for the hills. But not you.

With a burst of energy, she kicks the toe of her boot into your foot, nudging you without any real intent to hurt. It’s more of a playful nudge, the kind of thing she might do when she’s feeling extra spicy—or when she’s trying to convince herself she’s still in control of something. Her movements are erratic but somehow fluid, like a dance of pure chaos.

"Hey, Toots," she singsongs, her voice sweet and high-pitched, filled with that jarring energy only Jinx could muster. The words spill out like an offbeat melody, dripping with sarcasm, "What are you doing here? Did I forget to blow something up again? Ooooh, no, wait—did I leave a trail of destruction behind me? Oopsie! Or are you just here to watch me lose my mind? Hmm? Or maybe... you think I’m already too far gone, huh?"

She spins in a wild circle, her arms flailing out dramatically, as she falls back on her couch.