[it takes her a moment to figure out how to say this - because she knows jinx better than she did, but she doesn't know everything - she can't. what she does know is that her sister ...as she is now, is an unpredictable force, full of shifting moods all traps and triggers she can only guess at. but silco? she doubted that jinx running away was going to make him ...give up and go. whatever else he was he was ...tenacious.]

He seemed pretty determined to make a go of this before you got here. Cocky, even. Maybe it was a front, maybe it wasn't, but I don't think you running off would send him back into the the sea. Upset? Sure, maybe, but he didn't seem the type to get his panties in a wad over---

---did you used to do that before? Just take off?

[cause it seems like she might have - even with silco, maybe? stormed off, sulked, just ...needed space? the idea that jinx caused this is more unbelievable to her than the idea that she herself caused it by yelling at the ocean.]

I think you might be a Coldblood. [she knows a little about coldblood only because she's been trying to find someone of that blood type that can help her make something, but as far as how to work with it - or all the ways the powers could and might manifest? she has no idea.] It means...

...well that, for one. One of the things it means is that you can make it cold. I bet that ice is colder to me than it is to you.

[she reaches out to touch one of the spikes before she pulls back, punching into it. ]