[having her father maneuvering around their home hardly breaks her concentration, in fact, when he materializes near — her pinks continue to fixate intensely on her outline. jinx holds up her index finger to help express the subject.]

Tried importing, no go. Not with the nobodies hating our guts. [she puts down her finger before reaching over a color pencil, dooling a circle around aldrip and then around the oasis.] — Besides, I gotta do it alone. Part of my... test. Thing.