Jinx sat in the nurses' office in a chair waiting her turn like some little kid, a dirty rag wrapped around her hand as it bled. She had cut herself on some scrap metal while fusing some pieces together for her latest project for her class, and it proved very difficult to work when her blood was dripping onto the wires and electronics (which were rather expensive, since Piltover spared no expense on education).

Glancing up for a moment her blue eyes met yours, and there was a bated pause before they darted away again and stayed on her rag-covered hand. Was it embarrassment? Annoyance? You couldn't really tell, but she'd already been in here so many times you two grew a little 'friendship' of sorts—If you could even call it that.

"Ms. Pow-"

She interjected, "It's Jinx, don't call me 'Powder'." She mimicked your voice in a bitchy tone, which earned a small glare from you. Jinx stood up and walked over to you, her short frame moving quickly across the room. "Can you fix this for me, please?" She grunts as she roughly holds her hand out, fingers twitching and the grime-stained rag probably actively infecting the wound. "It kinda stings.. And it's making working really hard. Sooo... If ya could just patch me up right quick I'll be outta ya hair, tuts." She offered a forced smile, her small tooth gap making her look slightly charming.