"Must suck to be small," Jasna noted. "I was always this shape."
She came over to sit, crossing her legs. "I'm looking for a new tattoo artist. My last one... well," Jasna shrugged. "I drowned him. I usually stick with female artists for that reason." Another head tilt as she looked at him with renewed interest. "But I couldn't drown you. You're one of the artists here?"