The block of ink on his forearm really was fairly obvious in what it had been intended to do, though there were better ways to have gone about it. She couldn't judge though, since it wasn't as though she had any details, and it wasn't the sort of question she would ask about, since it seemed a little too personal.
"Hm," Stacey hummed consideringly, still studying his arm until he showed off the other ink, which was much better work, even from just a cursory glance.
"Okay, that's no problem," she said, looking up and offering him a smile. "How about this - I'm gonna grab a stack of sketches, mostly random stuff, and you flip through and see if there's anything that catches your eye? And then we can go from there."
With that, she bounced up off the couch and went around behind the small desk at the front, rooting through a drawer with a slight frown before standing back up. She passed Wayne a folder about a centimeter thick and added, "And there's some more in the back as well, if nothing there is to your liking."