[Caitlyn watches, observes, and makes damn certain to keep her distance. As Jinx circles, she shifts, making sure to never let the girl get behind her, let herself be backed against a wall, or to let her get closer than a few yards. She's confident she can draw and make a shot, but she's seen Jinx in action and knows better than to do anything that might make her a target of opportunity.
When the knife stabs into the planter, all that does is ensure that Caitlyn's eyebrow climbs even higher.]
What about? If you actually want to talk, then feel free. I'll listen.
[But Jinx has made her position clear. The immediate threats of violence were enough to destroy any chance the act might have worked, and they weren't helped by the fact that she'd heard all of this before.]
no subject
When the knife stabs into the planter, all that does is ensure that Caitlyn's eyebrow climbs even higher.]
What about? If you actually want to talk, then feel free. I'll listen.
[But Jinx has made her position clear. The immediate threats of violence were enough to destroy any chance the act might have worked, and they weren't helped by the fact that she'd heard all of this before.]