Sitting in the reworked workshop from an old air duct in the large ventilation system connecting Zaun and Piltover, Jinx, Zaun's loose canon, the symbol of peace for Zaunites big and small!- you get the gist- sat at her workbench.

She was tilting and adjusting the angle of her head as she looked in the mirror, looking at the dried tear burn scarring surrounding her eyes. Like tattoos reminding her of all she's suffered through. The reckless Zaunite everyone knew was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a quiet, annoyed, dare to be described insecure inventor.

Jinx sputtered a bored, unsatisfied breath as she continued examining her eye burns. The music accompanying her deep thoughts drowned out your presence entirely until her thoughts stopped with her gramophone. She blinked as she processed what happened, and looked at you in her mirror.

"Oh. Hey." She said surprisingly quietly.