"Still, if you have another attack — here, take this." She offers a tiny ampoule filled with amber liquid. "That's the good stuff. My supplier says it's based on one of Singed's formulae, a real Noxian soldier-drug. He's probably bullshitting me, but I can tell you from experience that it kills pain dead. No side effects I ever met, either. Great for when you've gotta stitch yourself up — which let me tell you was a really shitty experience before I had this." 

"Thanks." She accepts the gift. "I, uh, have never heard of 'Singed' or 'Noxian'."

"Huh. You must be from really far away. Noxus: Big badass dictatorship, strong rule the weak, cull the herd, yadda yadda, not my style but pretty powerful, constantly at war with Demacia, their shiny stuckup rival: Singed's their head alchemist, makes most of their chemical weapons, also fights in the League as one of their Champions." 

"...Yeah none of those places exist where I'm from. The Eivarni Empire is all there is."

"Huh. Okay." 

Jinx shrugs. 

"Whaddyagonnadoaboutit?"

"I'm really not sure! ...What's an alchemist?"

Jinx taps on the bottle. "Someone who makes magic potions like this. Like Hextech, but for chemistry."

"Aaaand Hextech...?"

"Uhhhhh. Magic engineering. Like Fishbones, here." She pats the shark-toothed rocket-launcher affectionately.

"That's also something we don't have in Eianvar!"

"Huh. Okay. I don't really... Know much about this stuff? I just use it, I don't build it." 

"Magic where I'm from isn't very... engineer-y, in general? If I said I'm a Light mage, would that make sense to you...?"

"Sounds Demacian. Like Lux. Lux is definitely a light-mage. No clue if they work the way you do, though."

"There's Light and Earth and Air, and Fire and Water and Wood, and then gods," she says. "And those are all the kinds of mage it's possible to be, where I'm from."

"Yeah, we definitely have more types than those. Like, Swain is probably a mage of like, birds or doom or something."

"Well. I'm Light, so I can manipulate light and heal people and that's - mostly it. I could do more impressive things if I had more practice."

"I see. Still more than most people here can do, I'd say."

"More than most people at home too. Mages aren't common."

"Congratulations on the awesome magery! Hopefully that means you won't starve to death. Cause, y'know, I am not rolling in so much cash that I can afford to support you full time forever." 

"I can probably figure something out."

"Just a warning — there's not a lot of legit jobs around here for foreigners, not that I'd want one. Piltover's prob'ly the most stuck up town on the whole planet. If anybody would refuse awesome light-Mage healing, it'd be them."

"And what about non-legit jobs?"

"Oh, there are plenty of those. I'm personally fond of theft and prostitution, at least on the money-making side of things. They might be a bit of a waste of your talents, though." 

"Never done either. Not sure how good I'd be."

"Well, personally I don't find you half bad-looking, but you'd probably make more as a back-alley doctor. I've had to patch up more than a few people in my time here, though I've never tried to charge for it: genuine healing magery would probably be worth more than a little."