"Yes?" Jinx tilted her head to one side, puzzled by the question. "Who would I even bring here? The street rats are all ..." Jinx just rolled her eyes dramatically, letting go of him so that she could step around to his front, head tipped to one side as she looked up at him. He still had hold of her wrist, but she barely registered that as she moved. It was interesting, and certainly not a problem.

She was on good terms with about half the members of Silco's organization. That half tolerated her with varying levels of bemusement, and the other half found her intolerable with varying levels of annoyance. The street kids were similar, but the tolerance was lower. Most of them hated her, and she hated them. Mutual disdain, competition, and alienation kept most of them at a distance, but there were a few at the level of a sort of friendly rivalry. She matched them in races, shared food, and occasionally just hung out and chatted, but even then the friendships were few and far between, and those moments of camaraderie were rare.

Lately, though, she'd been burning with hormones and need, so she'd pressed on some of those friendships, testing to see which of them could be nudged into makeout sessions or even some heavy petting. It still wasn't nearly enough, and she felt a rising frustration simmering under the surface, making her feel even wilder than usual.