Joe was very cautious about approaching or handling other artists' equipment. It was like seeing a friend use your shiny, new laptop. You cringe and offer to look up whatever it is they need yourself, possessed with the irrational fear that the electronic baby of yours will be scuffed, dropped, or cracked in your friend's lap. He knew the feeling and respected others' stuff.
"Oh, yeah! I get it." Joe smiled crookedly, listening to her go on with bright eyes. He was pretty entertained by her poses and model shots, enough so that he actually applauded her and laughed. She was pretty awesome, Eden.
"Oh, uh - no, I don't have any tattoos." He shrugged, scratching the back of his calf with his foot. He resembled a bashful flamingo. He glanced over at the amp stack, wondering if JJ would ever pop in and tell him to quit dawdling. He hoped not. "I'm sort of a weenie when it comes to that. Maybe - uh, maybe I'll get one someday? I dunno."