“Sorry.” Jinny muttered, not sorry at all. “I just wanted to see what you were building. Your tech is so gorgeous, and your lines are so neat and tidy.” She looked it over again, frowning delicately. “Though it is kind of messing with my head. How you get all that on your harness there is beyond me. It looks like it’d weigh you down.” This boy was smaller than even Jinny herself, which was, after a thought, excellent. So she wouldn’t be the shortest kid in all the classes. 

She stepped around the boy, hands behind her back, simply taking it all in with her sharp eyes. Touching someone else’s things was something she had to work on, on a continued basis. Most of the time she got too excited when she saw new technology. “Is that a jet pack? Awesome. I’m guessing you made that yourself?” She looked up, glee and the faintest traces of jealousy in her eyes.

“I wish I had a jetpack.” This was true. Even though she could fly, she was still having trouble gaining height. So far her record was about 7 feet from the ground. 

“I’m Jinny, by the way. What’s your name?”