"Tramp stamp," Jasna said as he started working on the area. "Not what I would have picked, but let's go with it." She wouldn't have let any regular tattooist just pick something to do on her like this, but he wasn't a regular tattooist. He was a creature somewhat like herself and Jasna was willing to do a lot for the chance to make new friends. It was lonely being the only rusalka. (There must have been others, somewhere, she reasoned, but as yet she'd never come across one.)
"So," she asked as he drew on her back, "have you been in New York for a long time?"