"Alchemy? Old school," she remarks, but there's interest in her voice - even if she's seemingly disarmed and already returning her attention to the chaos still unfolding in the streets. The guy who bore the brunt of Beetle One's damage has now taken his coat off, stomping on it furiously to douse the flames down below; there is a small crowd gathering, now, as someone moves to help put it out.

But at the addition of praise for her work, Jinx casts her gaze back up at her newfound companion - and the look she gives him is one of a broad, pleased smile.

"You made me pretty fast!" she says affably, dangling legs swinging idly over the rooftop overhang. "And no offense, Gramps, but don't you seem pretty spry for your age?"

Curiouser and curiouser, indeed. There's something about him - and while she seems relaxed and easy-going in present company, there is the glint in her eye that suggests she is watching him: both in intrigue and awareness.

He's dangerous, right? Of course he is. Everyone is. But if he were to take things seriously, she just has a feeling...