Jinny, who had been buckling under too much stimuli, froze up when everything went silent. Slowly, she opened her eyes one at a time. The light was still overbearing, but she managed to wipe the tears from her eyes. It took a bit for her to focus. “Huh?” Her gaze went from the side screen, to Gizmo, and the question on his face. 

If she had a deeper vocabulary, perhaps her mind could have scrounged up something slightly more eloquent than ‘what the fuck?’, but today was not that day.

When he turned almost with everyone else, she leaned out of the stall. Funny, despite being clear across the room, she’d swear she could feel her father’s intensity. This was going to be interesting.

“Uh. Gizmo, I-” Jinny tried to smile, but it flickered out. “...M’sorry for kicking your ass.” If she didn’t have a gun occupying her hands, her nails would have been toast. “I got mad, or… something…” Weird. Everything had been so clear at the time, but now it was like someone had tried to scrub it out of her brain. It hadn’t even been an hour ago.

"頭痛がします..." She rubbed her eyes. "I really am sorry... you can hit me back later if you want." Jinny didn't know why Gizmo was suddenly willing to help her, but she did need it. "Do those goggles help with..." She made a general circle around her head. "All of this?"