[ jinx gives a quiet snort. as if anyone in the lanes was letting her foster that kind of imagination. and she's hardly going to go gaga over some fancy aesthetics. it may be a better world, but she does not doubt it's still divided between the haves and the have nots.
no subject
it's not her problem. not her concern. ]
I'm sure I'm the first person you'll call.
[ a brief, traitorous beat. ]
What about weapons? You haven't asked me for any.