vibrant orange strands make her stick out, almost like a sore thumb, among the crew — compared to wren? most of the crew reads pretty normal... at least when it comes to appearances. excitable blue eyes rest on jhin with a curious seriousness and petulant pout, ❛ man, you really are a party pooper — here i am bein' all nice and offerin' to upgrade your guns, and you? ❜ she pauses, only to continue with a voice of imitation, ❛ no, wren, as awesome as you are — they're only for lookin'. ❜
the young dame had enough of a presence within the crew that made it very hard for jhin to ignore while he was here visiting a certain captain. a presence he, at times, would very much like to avoid but here he was ; metallic digits pressed against his temple as he was reclined in a seat not too far from the other. there was this constant need from her, to see his guns, to touch whisper. and normally, he lets no one touch whisper. the pout was a familiar sight to see upon her features while, for jhin, it was a constant look of displeasure and irritation.
‘ is this truly all you will complain about to me for the rest of my time here. ‘
because if that was the case, he can easily wrap up his trip and be on his way to work. while he understands the sentiment, and while she doesn’t understand no means no. jhin won’t fully chastise her about it, but he will express his displeasure.
‘ as nice as you may offer such a thing. i cannot afford you tampering with my weapons. ‘
