Jinx, [she says, without any evident hesitation. She's used to people recognizing her for what she is immediately, so anyone who doesn't react to the hair, the braids, the everything else-- probably not from the undercity, much less, apparently, her world.]
[Her eyes are on how he works, anyway. He's too cautious, that's a big thing. It makes you look weak, when you're so afraid of getting hurt by your own work.]
[Does it make her a coward, then, letting him do the work? Or does it make him a rube? She knows what she'd argue.]
[She snorts.] Pffft. The locking mechanism?
[For all her internal criticism, her eyes are wide, hopeful.]
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[Her eyes are on how he works, anyway. He's too cautious, that's a big thing. It makes you look weak, when you're so afraid of getting hurt by your own work.]
[Does it make her a coward, then, letting him do the work? Or does it make him a rube? She knows what she'd argue.]
[She snorts.] Pffft. The locking mechanism?
[For all her internal criticism, her eyes are wide, hopeful.]