He saluted her with the apple before biting down into it. "And I like to smoke. A habit I'll break once we're out of here." He took another bit and chewed thoughtfully. "Uncle...both of them..aren't doing to will this go around." The war took a major toll on the Master's mind.
Joey tilted his head, icey blue eyes studying his mother as she spoke. He reached up and plucked her glasses from her nose, using his sonic to tweak the glasses slightly. "One the soldiers here. He said he knew a couple of men who might can do the tattoo. But you know how hard our written language is to mimic." He handed her the glasses back. "One thing is the same. You are still my mum. Always worrying about me...see if that's a bit better."