( she stops mid-reaching for a purple hat when his voice reaches her ears, an eyebrow quirking towards his direction with confusion scribbling all over her face. just what in the hell is a trumpet, and why does that feel like an insult? given by the appearance of this stranger, he could be the same age as her father but possibly more senile if he can't comprehend what her weapon is. )

His name is Fishbones. ( she answers sharply, and not at all hiding the fact how offended she is. ) — And he's a rocket launcher not a... whatever you called it.

( jinx whips back around to the headpiece selection, lifting the purple one to inspect its material, then placing it on her own head. )

Maybe you oughta look into gettin' glass, Old Timer. I thiiiiink your vision is going. And I'm not gonna escort you around town. That's goody-goody work, and I don't do goody-goody.