[ Hope flickered like a dim candle when Jinx opened the door: it seemed too good to be true, but maybe she really had discovered the way back. Silco's description of his own door snuffs that flame and Jinx deflates momentarily. It's that part of her that yearns to impress him and prove herself that is most disappointed.

She shakes her head furiously, the way that a wet animal shakes moisture from its fur, as if that will clear her thoughts. Then, over the threshold and in she goes, speeding down one of the uncluttered propeller blades that serves as a catwalk and disappearing around the central hub. Miscellaneous clattering and clanking noises echo throughout the cavern as she locates her clothes and quickly dresses.

When Jinx resurfaces, she looks her usual self, save for Silco's jacket which she has thrown back on. She rolls up the sleeves as she walks back toward him. ]

Should I start incorporating a jacket into my look? I'm really digging what it does for my silhouette. Who knew defined shoulders made such a big difference?

[ Ah yes, priorities. ]