“Baran.” Jin shook his hand, or tried to. The most her small hand could wrap around was one of his fingers. She sat on the bench beside him, her feet swinging in open air. “Call me Jin. Callsign is a work in progress. And - yeah, Gizmo and I met.” She chuckled.

“He let me fly his jetpack without telling me it was still in beta. So there’s that. I think he’s under the impression that I’m going to get him back.” She smiled a warm smile, a practiced smile. Her brown eyes were cold. “I’m honestly already over it,” she lied.

All she needed was time and a good plan. How to embarrass Gizmo just enough that he got the message without completely ruining his cred? She knew she only had one chance, and she’d have to make it count.

She ate some of her breakfast, her ingrained manners a lot more polite than Mammoth. Although, she was probably packing food away just as fast.

“So, do you guys get a special dorm room or something?”