[ there's something vaguely flighty, not quite right, in Jinx's gaze for just a moment - eyes flashing to her right, head tilting as though she were looking at, listening to, something there.

but then she's jerking the blade out of where it sits at her hip, even if all she inevitably does is dextrously let it flip and curl between her fingers, walking a slow, methodical distance around Caitlyn. ]

Aww... are you saying we can't be friends? You're gonna go breaking my heart with talk like that...

[ it's said with a mocking babied tone, before she stops about ninety degrees from Caitlyn's position, jamming the knife harshly into the wood between two planters - and then takes a step back, hands lifted in 'surrender.' ]

Look! I can play nice... I just want to talk, see?

[ she has no idea how ironic this is right now, for the record, ]