Bea found his smile pleasing on quite a few levels, so she was content to wait his answer out as he fiddled with the lid of his lemonade and looked her over, although briefly. She got the distinct impression he was looking at her tattoos, which was more than common, so she made no move to detract from his view of her. Bea, after all, tended to invite gazes, whether subconsciously or not.
"They are pretty permanent," she agreed. "And rather painful to remove. I removed one, though It was a pretty shitty one on my middle finger." She held up her left hand and pointed to a spot where a faded patch of black ink was just barely visible. "It was a money sign I did on a dare. How dumb we are as children. Anyway, I had it removed after saving up for a year and it was brutal."