[ There really is something kind of nice about being on the receiving end of that smile — if Amos knew how to describe it, he'd call it heartwarming. Nevermind the fact that she could have just dealt him some critical damage, and doesn't even seem to care. It's nice now.

Nice enough that he lets her just prod into his coat, toying with the frays, maybe actually poking him by the nature of what she's doing. He just turns his head, watches before darting his gaze back to Jinx's face.

He should probably say something like Are you trying to kill people? In a market? or You couldn't test this out somewhere else? or So are you gonna pay for this, or what? but instead, he goes with, ] What kind of explosive were you using? Never seen a bomb like that before — maybe you need something stronger. [ A beat. ] Or just more of it.