The idea of Sasha tattooing someone ... Ruth likes the kid well enough, but she sure as hell wouldn't let him anywhere near her skin with a needle. Certainly would be a good enough threat to scare straight anyone who dared piss and moan to Noa, though. Ruth appreciates a woman who doesn't take that shit lying down.
"Take care," she replies automatically, her gaze passing Noa's retreating form to land on the next person who's entering the hangar. It's one of the patches, and he's rubbing his temples like a man with a splitting headache. Ruth sighs and reaches for the ibuprofen. It's going to be a long fucking day.