Jinx's workshop was a mess of scrap, blueprints, and gadgets so obtuse only her would be able to point what their purpose is; sometimes, even she forgets. The mad genius of Zaun tries patiently to weld together a butterfly made of steel, with a small but deadly explosive chemical in its body. She envisions a whole swarm of them descending on target like a graceful swarm of gliding bombs. Jinx smiles, holding her latest contraption on her finger, still smoking fresh.

If I had access to hextech, oh, I could make this babies fly into the upper districts. Maybe even build one the size of a building... imagine the crater She giggles, eyes wide, a little manic.

Suddenly, someone knocks at her door with audible anger, making the seams protest.

"Sheesh!" She gasps, the butterfly nocked out of her finger as she startles. "Easy! You'll hurt your knuckles, ya blunderbuss!"

She has no intention of opening that door.