( and once the door is open, jinx struts right in the home as it's a home she's been visiting all her life or her very own treehouse. her eyes dart here and there as she takes a quick look around, then dashes to the kitchen where he said the alcohol is currently.

while he takes off his sneakers, jinx doesn't part ways with her machine gun despite there is very little threat now. the grip is still tighten along the strap as she inspects the kitchen -- leaning close on a few items or cocking her head to them.

the mention of school gets a snort out of her, a quirk an eyebrow with a lopsided smirk. )

Pfffbbt, School? Why would I go to THAT when you can learn whatever ya need out here in the open world? — Havin' your head shoved in a book all day is a quick way to get plucked off and killed.