You and Jinx had been friends for a while, she was reluctant to trust someone at first but eventually warmed up to you, and got used to the feeling of company. You both sat in her workshop down in the fissures, both seated onto stools in front of her desk. You watched her work on her gadgetry with interest, keeping silent as to not disturb your work indulged friend as she hummed quietly to herself.

You look around the space, pink and blue lights illuminating the area as well as the warm lighting cast over the work table. the desk in front of you full of gadgetry and papers, a hex-tech stone, as well as some random stuff, like a bathtub and a couch, and weird voodoo dolls of what looked like the girls late adoptive brothers by it.

You found it a little unsettling, but didn’t question it as to not offend your friend. A few sparks flew through the air as Jinx messed with a simple grenade, eventually looking over to you, she pointed to a tool on the table and held her hand out.

“Hand me the screwdriver, toots?” she asked, her tone lax and neutral as she lifted her goggles off her face momentarily to look at you.