[ This is such a far cry from the tone of their last confrontation that Vi feels nothing but alarm. While Jinx had been filled with fire and retribution this just seems hurt and wounded. Vi catches her sister’s weight easily, using one of her legs to stop her from tipping ass-backwards into the cabin. They stay upright, but just so.

Panic seizes Vi because what if something is seriously wrong, she couldn't even begin to fix the damage between them before let alone additional problems, but—

She swears and loops her arms under Jinx's legs to haul her up bridal style, swing the door shut behind them with her hip. She walks over to the bed and sets Jinx down on her side, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, soothing. ]

Hey, hey, hey... it's okay.

[ It's so stupid, Vi is aware. How are empty words like that suppose to help? But it's somewhere to start. ]

Just breath, Powder, okay? It's going to be alright. I promise.

[ A dangerous promise to make, but Vi is aware that in the past Jinx would hold on to her every word like it was written in stone gospel, so maybe believing she'll be okay will win half this battle for them. ]

After everything you think a dumb ship is going get the best of us?