"I get by." she grinned, then turned back to her work, eyeing it critically. "Ultimately, tattoos are how I work through shit. Got my first when I was seventeen, my most recent one I was still working on when I showed up in that stupid skycar. Still needs to be colored."
She finally tosses the pad on the seat beside her and faces Rayan, smirking as she shifts to tuck herself in more comfortably, propping an elbow on the arm and her chin in her hand.
"You have any? Or ever thought about ink, as the case may be?"