( her mood melts and molds sour, eyes narrowing as she takes one good look at her sister -- the pinks dancing from to the top of her head then down to her boots. she is sizing her up (even though she's still sitting) while her arm slides off the table.

'did you hear that?' 'i did.' 'yep, me too!' 'someone she really cares about, oh ho ho~.'

with her nose crinkling, jinx shoots up from her seat and takes a step closer with her eyes piercing dead at her sister's. just a friend, my ass, she thinks. why can't vi be honest once in her damn life? a light breath leaves out of her ribcage, her body relaxes as she takes the left of her braid -- twirling it like it's her own personal cane. )

It's cute the way you think sometimes, Sis. Eh heh heh, like you can just waltz right back in and think you can control me.

( jinx uses her braid like a lasso, swinging the hair over vi's shoulders then tugs it down so her sister will be in a better eye level with her. )

But you're forgettin' something. — There is no controlling me. I do whatever the hell I want. Silco might be gone, but I still got a mission to complete.

( a beat. )

... 'Sides, hunting is a pretty fun sport once you get the hang of it.