Tara and Noah
She smiled wryly, and wondered what that said about the situation here. Well, she'd known it was ... questionable at best if not outright horrifying, so she'd see how things went for her, and how she dealt with it all as it happened.
"Autoclave," she repeated to make sure she had it right. She knew what it was in a veterinary sense, and guessed it was about the same in the context he meant. "I'll ask," she assured him. She'd try to get it in tonight just in case this was the only window they had, and she smiled a little. "Candles," she said to his question before she flushed slightly. "The scented candles, the big jar ones like from Yankee candles. I meant to put it on the list in the network ... but I forgot and I didn't want to make a second comment," she admitted with a quiet laugh as she dropped her eyes slightly. She didn't imagine anyone was going to randomly opt to gift her something anyway but Chase had said he'd get her something and she wasn't going to expect much else because, well, no one knew her. She was still waffling on whether or not she wanted to ask for things for people she'd never spoken to, weighing the weird factor against the nice factor. She figured she probably wouldn't, but ... she'd see what tomorrow brought.
"Do you actually ..." she gestured slightly toward his arms. "Do that here? I mean, are you going to if you ... if you get the things you're asking for?" She'd considered the idea of a tattoo on and off, but she'd never managed to commit to it. Maybe now would be the time.