(chewing on the inside of her bottom lip, she listens very attentively then giving him a slow nod. in truth, she is still a tad bit nervous about all of this. because after all, she doesn't want to seem like she is betraying her father by going underneath another wing. but... he is dead in her realm. unlike her sister, sevika, or whomever in piltover or zaun -- the chances of him being onboard is below zero percent. so it's okay to do this, right? jinx just surely hopes so. the touch of her shoulder is reassuring enough, though. it helps her stand more upright and shushes the voices lingering in her mind of any doubts.

clearing here throat, this time, she nods again with more confidence.)

Yes, sir. I'm no stranger to all sorts. I'm sure you can, uh, probably tell, heh. But I've done pickpocketing, stake-outs, buildin' weapons which you know already, and um... if you need me to bring someone in for questionin' or if they've gotten "out of line" and need to be put "back in line", I do that, too. And well, of course, assassinating anyone or destroy anythin' you need me to.