He's... weird. The more she stares at him, the more she notices something is... off. To a studied pick-pocket, used to following marks with her eyes, Jinx thinks she knows the shape and murmuration of normal human features. And this guy... hm.

She thinks he has a secret. What are the chances? Probably somewhere between one thousand six hundred eighty-two and one.

"Oh? Me? Probably that I killed a lotta important people." A big, theatrical sigh. "Y'know how it is."