She's in the lab, with the cat--all white and with bottle-green eyes, a foundling as a kitten. Her legs aren't quite long enough to kick the first rung on the stool she's perched on, watching her father make something she can't identify yet, involving wire and a lot of sparks.
She hasn't been able to make sparks like that yet. Not like he does.
So far Jasmine's job has been to watch and keep the cat purring and out of the way.