Toby waited until the guy took a break, to walk over and start talking to him. He got a dubious look at the mention of what he wanted to have covered up, but a hard glare and low growl of a whisper at the guy seemed to straighten him out.
"Keller, where's the-" He waved a hand for the paper, taking it and passing it over to the artist, shrugging a shoulder. "Just an idea. Something to make it not look like a fucking swastika," The word got him another glare, from the patron this time, making Toby roll his eyes in the man's direction.