She didn't bother hiding her laughter as he noticed Zeph's state of disarray. "It's an experiment," she called as she opened up the fridge. "During the full moon that failed, I figured out I can change hair colors." Twisting a strand of dark hair around her finger absently, she pulled two cokes out of the fridge and bumped the door closed with her hip. "I told you when we first met!" she barked, walking out into the living room and offering him one of the cokes with a grin. "I'm a gentleman."
Collapsing on the couch, she popped the top of her soda, groaning as he asked about ass tattoos. "No," she said forcefully. "Thank God. Had a consult for a pretty cool piece, actually. The guy wants a half-sleeve." She gestured to the region on her own arm. "With mythology influences." Taking a sip from her drink, she glanced to him. "What about you? Create an evil super soldier or something?"