She blinked, impressed by the admission; sure, it could've been an in-character thing, but something about Oliver's demeanor said otherwise. Current societal standards shirked anyone who didn't partake, and Theo had no small measure of respect for people who decided that alcohol wasn't an important aspect of their lives. Part of her wished she could do the same, but so many things were easier said than done.
She focused on his next question, eager to put him at ease so she could start drawing on him. Taking a towel, she moved his arm to the red leather chair's armrest to imply where he should hold it. She cleaned off his skin with a few smooth but firm strokes.
"Gettin'," she replied, mimicking his accent for a moment. "Doesn't take that long to study art, but getting the practice in to actually applying it does." Was that in character? Most of her didn't care, and it seemed like they were beyond that at this point. The paperwork they'd seen the morning they'd woken here hadn't said they'd be docked points for being out of character, just that they'd stop earning them. She'd made a point of not checking her bracelet in favor of basking in the simplicity of what she'd gained in this stupid experiment. "You find people who have the talent, and you learn. Then the apprentice becomes the master, or at least I think that's how it's supposed to work."
Bending at the waist, she plugged in the tattoo machine and welcomed the vibrating sound. Giving one last glance to Oliver's gaze, she poised to press the needle down into his skin. "Lemme know when you need a break, if you do." Everyone's pain tolerance was different. Theo pressed the needle into Oliver's skin, starting with the basic shape of the rubber duckie on his wrist.