[ Aw, the gunblade went away. He gets why, but he likes looking at it. He is definitely going to secretly add a version of it so his arsenal in his own Horizon. Jesper's done that with a lot of weapons he's seen in other Horizons or even in the memories he witnessed. What's the point in having a completely controllable dream palace if you don't fill it with new fun things? Eventually he's going to have to change his entirely, it only really serves to make him homesick. ]

Oh so you can do it all. Beauty, brawn, and espionage. What a package. And probably someone courted by many an organization.

[ You could call it flirting or it could be Jesper saying it as he sees it. It's probably both. He compliments people who deserve it, and truly, he doesn't know many people who can hit all the categories like that. It's why he's the gunslinger and Inej is the spy. Everyone serves their own parts. If they could all do everything, though, they probably would be more dangerous. Thancred's a power house. He might not be a part of a gang, but he's likely been asked.

Jesper grins at the segue to a fun story. Well, parts of it are fun. Other parts, not so much, but he can always focus on the fun. ]

We were on a job to an ice prison to capture what we thought was information, turned out it was a person. Most of our jobs tend to go a little sideways, so we rolled with it. The person in question had made a drug that our enemies were using to control people with powers.

[ People like him. Grisha. The Fjerdans hated them, but they liked apparently pitting them against each other.]

We yoinked him and one of the ways we escaped was running a tank right through the bloody wall. Bam!

[ He claps his hands together hard, delighted. What a great time. After some screaming and death, obviously, but he's focusing on the positives. ]