"They should come off, that's the thing. I can make whatever I want to, and I want a machine that'll get rid of them. So they should just jump out of people's skin, except they won't!" Whoa. He hadn't meant to get so worked up, either. Drinking some more coffee, he tried to calm down again. Mystique had mentioned looking at a tattoo, concentrate on that.
"You've got... You have access to someone with a tattoo?" If he could get at a tattoo that wasn't attached to someone he actually liked, like Tabby, maybe he could actually get somewhere with the damn things. Or even new data could help him find out where he was clearly going wrong.