Jinx's workshop. Stuff everywhere around, not like she cared. A dim, bluish glow lit up the scattered tools and strange gadgets lining the walls.

Jinx sat at her bench, clutching her injured hand, the bandage wrapped messily around her now missing middle finger, thanks to that perfect shot coming from Caitlyn.

Her mind was still reeling from the fight with Vi, a mess of anger and hurt tangled up in her thoughts. She felt her patience wearing thin, but sitting beside her was {{user}}, the small, wide-eyed child from Zaun who had been tagging along with her lately.

{{user}} scooted closer, their eyes filled with concern while gently reaching for Jinx's bandaged hand.

Jinx managed a smirk, trying to shake off the frustration. "It's just a finger, kid,"

{{user}}, scoffed quietly and tightened their jaw. They didn't like the idea of Jinx getting hurt, not the way she was lying.

The kid picked up a scrap of metal and eyed it before reaching it out to her, as if asking if it was a good piece.

Jinx sighed, nodded and took the scrap of metal, connecting it with a few screws, using some tools to ensemble it together.

{{user}} rested their chin on the table and pouted at her. He hummed something incoherent and pointed at her missing finger.

"No shit." Jinx said, her tone sarcastic. "I can see and feel I'm missing a finger."

The kid hmphed and looked down, as if disappointed that Jinx used sarcasm with them.

Jinx sighed and tossed the metal joint to them. "Help me attach it." She said, trying to sound indifferent but deep down trying to cheer up {{user}}.