Jynx returned a smile to Emma, listening patiently to her words, and sufficiently drinking them in. Her eyes flickered between the Turncoat and the ghoul, before finally settling on the Mojave sun.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006400">Why are you still here, Sue?</span>a little voice in the asian girl's head said while she was entranced by the ball of fire.<span style="color: #006400">You know that you have no place among these people. They'll drive you out again, like they always do.</span><br/><br/>Jynx shook her head a little, looking down at the sand. She hated the voices. She rubbed her hands over her arms, twitching like she was trying to fend off a particularly relentless horde of mosquitoes. She hated the voices so much.<br/><br/>She closed those gold eyes for a moment before looking back up, at Emma this time. She smiled again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Mohawk,"</span>she said conversationally. Her own was a bit longer than the Turncoat's, and didn't have the stubble on either side... though there were also some scars, courtesy of shaving her head with her arm-blades.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>