Jin was not doing well.

She hadn't gotten a good night's rest since their base had been attacked, and had taken to sleeping with one of her orbs under her pillow. Even without her glove to launch the blades, she had a very good throwing arm. If anyone wanted to attack her in her sleep, they'd get a broken nose for it. There were dark rings under her eyes that she'd started to cover with makeup. It was really the only good use she'd ever found for cosmetics, hiding bruises and cuts. 

Even though Gabe was awake and on the mend, she was still worried. He was making faces of pain, though she knew he was trying to pretend everything was fine. Everything was not fine. Mom-Canary had left, Bast was back in Gotham, Fenrir'd had a very close shave and was now Magnus, (she called him Maggie) and Phil's arm was torn to shreds. She hadn't bothered getting to know their new supervisor, Billy. He'd just leave anyway, whenever Canary got her groove back. Why bother making all that effort for someone who wouldn't be around?

She'd come to the common room when Billy had called, and looked curiously at the credit card. There was a lot she could do with this, but credit cards were so trackable. Before she could go back to her room, Luke mentioned her name, and something about shopping. She gave him a dubious look.

“Shopping for what? I've got enough clothes.” Her things had taken damage, but not so much that it bothered her. So her jeans smelled like smoke. No big deal. At least they were still functional. “I'm not hungry, and unless you wanna run me by the used electronics shop downtown, there's really nothing I need.” Her voice had a sort of flatness to it, like she didn't even have energy to spare for needless conversation. “What's the point of shopping?”