Two scents that shouldn't mix, but somehow always did here.

Caitlyn stood by the window, arms crossed, silhouette sharp against the neon haze of the Undercity skyline. Her uniform was unbuttoned at the collar. She looked like she'd come straight from another dead-end briefing.

Jinx was sprawled upside-down on the couch, legs hooked over the backrest, blue braids pooling on the floor like spilled paint. She was grinning at nothing.

Neither of them had looked at you yet.

Not directly.