Maybe it's a test. Just a little one? An itty-bitty test. But, believe it or not, she is kind of hoping he passes - because he seems interesting, and she is very much a girl who likes interesting. (Whether that is a Good or Bad thing for Shang Tsung, suppose only the future will tell.)

But it seems he's humoring her, so she tilts her head curiously to watch him dissemble her trinket, once more swinging her legs over the rooftop and, despite earlier mentions of watching the show, has forgotten the commotion in the street. She's only got eyes for Gramps.

"Writing, writing..."

Jinx pats herself down in mimicry of him - but she actually ends up producing some colorful neon chalk, holding a pink stick outward.

"Lay it on me! Well, the roof, but you know what I mean."