Aestrix

Jinx yawns, stretches, then raises the pistol at her hip and casually burns through the metal grating, leaving only a faint sizzling noise in her wake. Stepping over the neatly-shorn-through bars, she pulls a spraycan from her belt, and in one motion scrawls a neon-pink X onto the wall. Chucking the spray-can behind her, she wanders off down the corridor, the bunny-eared minigun strapped to her waist clanging against the walls as she saunters along.