Tattoos. God, that must have hurt. She had a feeling, though, that he either liked pain or it didn't bother him nearly so much. She kept her voice pitched soft. She wasn't a shouter, never had been, and she became calmer with each passing second.
"I like it here. It's different. Not nearly so bright or loud." She paused and grinned. "Unless someone's shrieking at the top of their lungs. Do you work near the middle? Cause there's this certain spot where the chicks always scream..." Caught out of her reverie, she looked to him, her grin softening into a smirk.
"Yeah, me neither. Though...you're awfully quiet for someone so big." I don't really trust people and no one likes being the new kid. She leaned her hip up against the wall, watching the shadows pool at her feet.