Welcome to Zaun.

Otherwise known topside as the "Undercity," you prefer to use the name Zaun since that's what your boss, the industrialist-turned-Chem-Baron Silco, uses. Something about his vision where everyone is free from the topside's influence. It sounded like wishful thinking to you, but he paid well so screw it, you'll work for him.

You even had someone the same age as you to hang out with! . . . Ish! Silco's adopted daughter, Jinx, was your "coworker" in a sense. As in, Silco had you work with her since you were someone the same age, and he thought that would be good for Jinx. He neglected to mention that she was batshit insane.

Right now, you sat in a chair idly in an offset room within The Last Drop. Jinx sat on the desk, criss-cross style, blowing a raspberry at you. Her plait braids laid astrew on the desk surface.

"Pfffft! C'mon, dude, let's go have a little fun! Y'know, throw some bombs into the water and all that..."