Jinx gives Jinny an honestly bewildered look when she brings the makeshift cold pack over. It’s a look that only grows more so when Jinny’s follow up questions are mundane, casual things. Her nonchalance cracks a bit, and for a moment it is painfully clear that Jinx doesn’t quite know what to do in the face of genuine curiosity with no hidden agenda.

But she shakes her head and takes the icepack, the moment of vulnerability tucked away as swiftly as it appeared.

“You can call me Jinx, it’s as much my call sign as it is my name at this point.” She answers brushing aside the kindness in the gesture absently. There is a hint of bitterness in her voice but it is well worn, a hurt long ago enough that it’s unnoticed anymore.

“And of course you’ve gotten weird from everyone. No one here is normal, even if they aren’t taking any of the lower classes.” She rolls her eyes as she levers herself to standing, before hobbling on one leg as best she can over to the couch. Dropping the subject as best she can as she leaves her spot behind.

“I’m surprised you’ve never seen a Game Station. I know that the Station X came out not too long ago, but I didn’t think my GS2 was that old.” She’d snark as she resettled, “But I’m guessing it’s…” She hesitates for a moment, giving Jinny a look. “Deathstroke’s fault. So, go ahead and turn it on and grab the controller. I think I’ve got Fable 7 still in it, which isn’t a bad way to get introduced to gaming.”