(while vi goes to retrieve her bag, jinx finally sighs and slouches on the bench. her hand is idly resting onto of fangs' head -- eyes up at the sky as she lets her mind wander. letting the thoughts come and go but not really focusing on any particular idea that flutters by. occasionally when fang leans into her, she glances over with a gentle smile and scratches along her ears.

when she sees vi returning, jinx sits more straight up then taking the sack out of her hands. she is on her way to open until she hears the words "or we can just go home". suddenly, there's stillness and there's a small tight grip of the sack's material. because... what is home for her? can a place be like this be a new home? will this place and the people in it accept her like vi did? no, she... shouldn't think about this right now. loosening her grip, she opens the bag and sees a good bit of her things. )

(first thing, she pulls out her pistol -- inspecting it to make sure it's in good condition before setting it aside. next, her grenades... they seem fine, too. somehow or another, jinx manages to pull out her machine gun, pow-pow, and whoa! it's amazing how they manage to get this in here? but seeing it brings a big smile on her face and even plants a small kiss on its body. there seems to be more in the bag so after she sets the machine gun by her feet, jinx makes the bag wiggle then ducks her head further inside. this... might come off strange to fang and probably vi, as well, but there's a "voice" she is making within the bag. it's a dopey goofy type of voice and its muffled until her head pulls back then pulling out her rocket launcher, fishbones.)

❝ Oh, I can breathe again!! ❞

(she is making the mouth move with it's handle and jinx flashes the weapon a blank stare.)

You don't have lungs. You could never breathe in the first place, you dumb rocket.

(but anyhow, she also places that to the side but it feels like there's one more thing??)

— Sheesh, what else do I have in here?