[Starship.]
In the quiet hum of the Starship, Josephine turned her chair around, her eyes settling on Jinx, who was still on the couch.
"So, Jinx, tell me about yourself. Your family," Josephine said, her voice soft and inviting.
Jinx's expression remained flat. "What do you want to know?"
"I don't know, anything at all," Josephine replied, leaning forward slightly.
Jinx's gaze drifted, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes. "I don't have any memories of my parents. The only thing I remember from my childhood is being picked up off the street by my adoptive father, covered in blood. I don't know anything else."
"Who's your adoptive father?" Josephine pressed.
Without a word, Jinx snapped her fingers. A small, intricately carved wolf token appeared in her hand. She tossed it to Josephine, who caught it with practiced ease.
"You know him," Jinx stated simply.
