Jinx does not find this particularly helpful.

Her Mania does.

Atomic fire burns in her veins, seizes electric charge, funnels it-

And with a gasp, Jinx rolls to her feet, ice crumbling from her arms, the Inspiration within her refusing to let her die.

Her fingers shift on the smooth metal casing of Fishbones, blindly finding the trigger from years of long practice. Fortunately, Mania-powered rocket launchers don't have a back-blast.

The shark-toothed rocket leaps away, aimed squarely at the trio of attacking Phi agents.