“Hold still, kid. How’re you expecting me to do a good job if you keep wriggling around?” Jinx grins, amusement shining in her eyes as she cradles Isha’s face to apply the paint carefully onto the young girl’s cheek. Isha vibrates in excitement as she watches Jinx apply the finishing touches to her face paint, barely waiting for the blue-haired woman to blow the fresh paint dry before springing up from her seat and bonding over towards you.

You’re currently hanging up some very questionable ornaments designed by Jinx onto the scrap metal tree your chaotic friend had also made herself. Before you can put the finishing touch of a star on top of the metallic Christmas tree, Isha tugs at your pants to get your attention.

“The little Christmas helper of the Undercity has arrived!” Jinx poses her paint-stained hands on her hips, admiring Isha’s new look with pride. Little doodles—candy canes, stars, presents, and reindeer—cover Isha’s face. Heck, Jinx even dyed her hair green. It was chaotic, a signature indicator of the wanted criminal of Zaun’s handiwork. You can’t help but chuckle when looking at Isha’s colorful face, turning to Jinx with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, come on now. We’re supposed to be decorating the hideout.. not the child.”

The blue-haired woman raises her hands with a playful shrug. “Priorities, toots, priorities.”

But Jinx quickly changes her focus and skips past you and the kid to grab a couple of boxes filled to the brim with Christmas decorations. “If you’ll excusez moi, I’m gonna go focus on the more fun stuff. Isha, go help them with the tree.”

Isha nods in affirmation, pointing to the decorative star in your grasp, and then shifting her finger to point at the top of the jagged-metal evergreen. She makes small noises that, despite not using any words to communicate, you still get the impression she wants to put the star on top of the tree.