"I figured you had," Lauren said with a wry grin. "Unless those were all temporary." She'd seen people try to give themselves full sleeves with temporary tattoos, and it was always ridiculous. Why even walk into a tattoo shop with that crap on? Anyone worth their job would spot the fakes right away, and all that got was the poser laughed out of the shop. There was no shame walking into a tattoo place without any ink. Everyone had to start somewhere.
"I used to do a lot of painting," she said conversationally. "Mostly drawing and sketching now, but I still try to fit some in." When she wasn't busy out searching for her next skin or taking care of all the little details small businesses required. She leaned up against the counter, watching him page through the portfolios. She was proud of the selection they had; there were some really talented people working at Wildfire. She included herself there, obviously, though she tried not to brag.
"I'm the only one here for now," she said, "but we should be able to set something up for you soon; if I can't call someone in today, I think most everyone should trickle through in the next couple. It's been a little slow with the rain; most of them just stayed home and I got to babysit the place." She grinned when she heard his comment, looking pleased and a little modest as she admitted, "That one's mine."