[Jinx is sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. Without heat, her fashion sense had suffered. A big black sweat shirt with violet sweat pants, striped knee socks, and slippers with small bat wings on them. There's a few candles in the room, enough light to show that she was still sporting a lovely black eye. But hey, she looked like less shit than she had for the past several days.
She sets her communicator down and gives him a tired smile.]
I live for the sarcastic banter. Hey, Gabriel. This... this is better.
Dun dun... DUUN DUUUUUUN
She sets her communicator down and gives him a tired smile.]
I live for the sarcastic banter. Hey, Gabriel. This... this is better.