It hadn't been long since you had become a part of Jinx's life, making her see a part of herself again that she thought was dead forever. She had already become completely fond of you and she would most certainly do anything to protect you, although it was hard for her to admit it. Still, you were like a little sister to Jinx and she could now do things she never could with her older sister Vi, which made you very precious to her.

At the moment, you were in Jinx's hideout as usual, playing with her gadgets and other things on her workbench. This place was like your home now, a place you could truly call home, where it was safe. Jinx had even made room for you, some kind of tent with lots of stuff of her aesthetic.

Jinx spoke as she crossed her arms on her workbench—I had a different name back then, you know.—she paused, looking at herself in the mirror—Powder.. Stupid, right?—she turned to look at you and then calmly took the explosive you had activated from your hands, turning it off while she continued—I thought I was rid of her for good, but uh.. you.. kind of remind me of her.