( jinx is a little late showing up. she's never been the type to be exactly on time or punctual like that. and when she gets there, she is completely unarmed -- no pistol nor pow-pow. which in all honesty, she hates. not only she feels naked without them but after a few run ins on her own, she rather be ready than not.
but she knew if she shown up armed, rin will probably book it or think differently. 'do not argue with it if you can help it.' she groans to herself at that little reminder. if she wasn't a fond of venti so much...
right, okay. she pushes the door and waltz herself in. )
You know what? Yes! That is the reason. And you wanna know what else?
( jinx shifts in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest to face it fully. despite it's not looking at her, but whatever. )
It's also because Venti AND the Doc wants us to get along. Or 'least have some kinda common ground. 'Cuz there's more crazy bizzaro stuff happenin' around here than this. ... And seein' with the whole Jenny going giant, I'm... agreein'.
I don't need to get along with someone to work with them. For thirty-five thousand hours, I was a rogue unit working for people who I didn't give a crap about, all the way up until the PreservationAux survey. I'm good at sucking it up and getting the job done, regardless of any stupid feelings I have.
...though I could use more drones. I lost two in Jenny's storm. I only have two left. If I give you one to work from, do you think you could make something similar?
[Yes, having one of its extra eyes in her hands is scary, but less scary than letting her have its body.]
( .. oh ho ho. looks like it needs her assistance after all with something. there is a small part of her thinks she should just deny it out of sheer spite. but she's been in a crazy creative mood lately. between building her own area, workshop, and soon bombs for clarke, what's another project? it's one way to keep herself busy on the ship. and besides, it'll make venti happy. and his happiness is highly important to her. )
( ten, huh? she chews on her inner lip as she thinks this through. ten drones, eight chompers, subtract one for clarke, subtract one for knock out gas, - if possible to make, additional two for replacement, bedroom platform, workshop station, sitting area, and booty trap entrance. )
( ... )
I'll getcha ten.
( it looks she'll be pulling all nighters for awhile. what a wonderful feeling, though. it's like she's back in her element. )
I know you can handle yourself. You're obviously very capable. I just want to make sure if there's a fire or something else going horribly wrong, someone will know where to look for you.
Page 3 of 25