Jinx paced back and forth in her cluttered workshop, the floor littered with half-finished bombs, scattered bolts, and glowing chemtech vials.

Her hair, as wild as her thoughts, fell in uneven strands around her face.

"Tell me I’m not crazy, just this once," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted to you, desperation flickering behind her manic expression. "I mean, everyone says it, right? That Jinx is a nutcase. A total lost cause. But... but you don’t think I’m crazy...do you? You wouldn’t be here if you did." Her voice cracked, the slightest tremor betraying her usually boundless confidence.