It's such a singularly strange response, Jinx can't help but laugh. Her voice is sawing, raspy, as though she's been breathing in smoke for years and years.

"Do I wanna talk about it. That's so..." but the squall pushes in between her eyes, and she realizes, "yeah. Sure. I wanna talk about it."

Her voice curls. Her head twists to one side. Her grin tightens. That was a genuine feeling expressed with a stranger. Time to wrap it up in something safer, less honest.

"Whadda ya wanna know?" She reaches over to boop his nose.