"I'm thinking more on the awful side," she answered. "I'd hate to mess up someone's ink because my hands were shaking from hunger."
Giving the man an imitation of a salute to show her appreciation for his understanding, Stacey watched as he looked around. She was always curious to see what people thought the first time they came into the parlor - she hadn't actually done that much remodeling, having fallen in love with the mismatched wooden floors and the single brick interior wall, though most every surface was covered in artwork of some variety.
Nodding, she said, "Yes I was. You do have a vaguely familiar face - I'm guessing you were as well?"