Elliot didn't know much about tattoos, or art in general. Hell, she had dropped out of school at 13, the most drawing skill she had came from learning how to draw a building's layouts on the few occasions Ethan had sent her ahead for scouting or when they were crafting a plan for a job they thought had a good chance of going sideways. So she couldn't name and of the styles in his book, but she still knew it was good, and a helluva lot better than some of the other ones she had seen in her time.
"Elliot." Her hands paused as she flipped through the album, rough hands tracing the lines of a dancer in motion that seemed to come alive on the page, "Do you get many in here then?" What was this, Werewolf central? She wasn't joining another pack, that was for damn sure. The flipping continued even as her eyes flitted up to his, "So we need, what, five days before the Moon?"