Lauren lifted the needles off his back just before he made the little half-shrug; she usually had a good instinct for when people were going to move, voluntarily or involuntarily, and hadn't yet allowed a twitch or shudder mar her work. When she was certain he wasn't going to be moving again anytime soon, she went back to work. "I'll keep my eye open when I'm out and about," she promised. "If I find it, I'll drop you a line and let you know." She'd make sure to get his email address before he left for just that reason.
That was about the time that she really got into concentration mode; it was a very nice outline that she had to work with, and matching the coloring on his designs while still giving it her unique touch was a fun challenge. She didn't speak much for much of the rest of the session; a few noncommittal comments here and there, occasionally pausing to see if he needed a break, to mix new colors, to change up her needles, or to get new paper towels to wipe away blood and excess ink.
It took a solid couple hours to finish; not the longest she'd ever gone, but definitely not the quickest, and when she was finished, she sat back with a sigh, rotating her head to stretch some of the stiffness from her neck. "There we go," she said, wiping the last of the ink and blood off his skin. Tossing the towel in the biohazard disposal, she pulled out her preferred antibiotic aftercare cream to rub a generous layer over the entirety of his design. Handing him a mirror, she pointed out the bigger mirror mounted on the wall so he could take a look. "What do you think?"