There's a petulant huff exhaled through Jinx's nose before her shoulders slope, but she seems more disappointed than irritated. Curious, too - this guy was good, picked her positioning without so much as a wayward glance in the wrong direction.

Interesting.

Jinx leans a little further over the edge of the rooftop; his compliment for her handiwork does, at least, ingratiate her for the moment and prevent any of that earlier-mentioned petulance to go to The Dark Places it might've otherwise.

"That's what we're both about to find out, Gramps! You wanna give 'er a countdown and see what happens?"

The clicking is, in fact, speeding up as it sits in his hand. Hm. Ominous.