[ she probably should be more than curious, but she is. something about it all is...captivating, enough that she isn't really concerned about the risks here at all. what would she do, kill orin with a fingernail? hardly. she can bleed a little, it's no great sacrifice.

she does feel the hand at her waist though--more specifically, at the the cast medallions hanging from the chained jewellery slung around her hips. orin's hand flashes, maybe not as quick as jinx can move, but she's still fast, faster than she looks, and she snaps a hand around the wrist at her waist, not the one at her throat. ]

I will not replace those, like you will your guns, and knives, and grenades. [ she only knows what one of those things is, but her voice is light, and sweet, and tittering, not at all dangerous or threatening. like she's telling a funny joke, that's all. ] I would sooner carve a new one out of your bones than see even a single charm lost. Do you hear me, little thing?