[ honestly? there's something genuinely disconcerting about this concern that's so freely offered up to her. luz had been concerned before -- if she wasn't, then jinx would still likely be stuck in the coffin adn all. but now that she's out of the coffin, it's starting to hit a little harder.

and she doesn't know why.

where's the transactional "now do this for me, jinx." or better yet, where's the laugh at her expense? the jab to pull her shit together? it's damn near reflexive at this point for jinx to act out her fears, rather than deal with a question as basic as are you hurt?

she doesn't mean to stare, not really. but gosh -- when the hell was the last time anyone had thrown a platitude like nice to meet you and seemed to mean it.....]

Ohhhhh I uh... [ she blinks, quickly tapping the heel of her boot on the floor to dispel the uncertainty. ] Just spooked. Nothing setting off a few chompers at the Moss thing's place won't settle. eheh.

[ is she joking? fuck, who knows. even jinx doesn't seem to know. the laugh ends a little awkwardly and she tries to remmeber how to have a "normal" conversation. ]

.. Are you okay, Luz?