( she had lost count how many locals she pickpocketed and so far, they had nothing good on their person. well, besides coins and while jinx cares very little money, it could be useful for something. if this realm is anything like runeterra, currency always makes the world go round.

so another sucker's things down in her pockets until she hears a familiar voice that strains the ears. jinx would like to hope it's her imagination but she can't mistake that irritating posh accent anywhere. her entire body stills with her back to caitlyn -- cautiously plops one little coin in her pouch, then hands down at her sides. the girl doesn't know if the enforcer is armed, but there are no sounds of her rifle being cocked. so perhaps, she is in the same position as her. unarmed. humming sweetly and not turning around yet, jinx tilts her head back to gaze up to their sky. )

Hmmm... — And Cupcakes oughta stay in their cute lil' packages before someone eats 'em alive. ... Oh, wait. That's your fate, isn't it?