[ Jinx's unfocused and manic-eyed gaze settles sharply on Gen once he speaks up and draws her attention from where her thoughts had been impressively spiraling; she's squeezing that jagged rock tighter in the palm of her hand, even if her grip feels far more clumsy and weak than it should be. drugs--? they drugged her? (who are 'they?' where is this? what did they do? --no, no, it wasn't because she was WEAK. she isn't WEAK, so don't... don't you even start--)

for a girl newly 'hatched' from her chrysalis, her rise to her feet is surprisingly fluid, even if she has to take a jerky step to avoid teetering over unsteadily--

and she brandishes the rock in front of her like it were indeed a blade, smile leering and not at all Nice. ]

Wanna get a little closer and find out? [ she spits it out as if in offer of a challenge, no mind given to the robe at her feet. like she's going to risk picking it up and letting this guy get the jump on her? no??

but her slightly too-jerky, not-quite-right gaze ends up flittering over his person as if to search him over for weapons, for anything she could exploit. and once she catches sight of the distinctly... empty... sleeve, ]

You want me to give you a hand with the other arm, weirdo pervert? --And turn around. Let's go, pervy! Alllllll the way around, or I'll take an eye while I'm at it.