( a yawn leaves her as she sits up, rubbing the sleep off her eyes with her knuckle, then throwing her arms up for a like a cat-like stretch. just when did she fell asleep anyway? jinx vaguely remembers heading back to rumpitur, and decided at the last second to take a detour to her hideout. and then...? everything else after that is a blur. she must had been insanely exhausted, which wouldn't be a huge surprise -- jinx's been doing her damnest to busy herself with all that's going with her work. )

Cold doesn't hurt anyone, y'know. Just do a couple of jumps and you'll heat up faster than a blowtorch. Why not give it a shot?

( to add emphasis to the meaning of "shot", the teen shapes her hand in a form of a gun, aiming her index and middle dead center between his brows. )

Chit-Chit... pew!

( jinx imitates the sounds of her cocking and tugging the trigger, then lifting her arm up into the sky to linger over the impact and her "kill". )