[ her response is unexpectedly placid - and there is another brief furrow of confusion, of wariness, that creases her brow, another twitch of her eyes. ('playing with you. it's a trap.') --it isn't. Jinx bites her tongue and shakes it off, the mild sneer at her lips more for prostrating than ire now.
focus. reaffirming her focus. concentration. --right.
her hands slowly fall back down to her sides. ]
What were you doing with my sister?
[ Jinx has so little of the pieces, even now. there is so much she doesn't know, doesn't understand, and her mind is filling all those cracks with whispers and paranoia and anger-masking-fears.
so if Caitlyn's feeling chatty, then Jinx might as well test the waters and see what she'll say, what she'll admit to herself. ]
no subject
focus. reaffirming her focus. concentration. --right.
her hands slowly fall back down to her sides. ]
What were you doing with my sister?
[ Jinx has so little of the pieces, even now. there is so much she doesn't know, doesn't understand, and her mind is filling all those cracks with whispers and paranoia and anger-masking-fears.
so if Caitlyn's feeling chatty, then Jinx might as well test the waters and see what she'll say, what she'll admit to herself. ]