Tara and Noah
"Thanks," Noah said when she told him she'd ask about the autoclave. That was the main thing he needed after the tattoo iron. There were, of course, other things, but ink, the iron and sterilization equipment were essential. He figured he'd collect everything else as time passed and there were chances for rewards or other occasions like this. He realized he'd given up on the possibility of getting out of here, but he didn't want to think that one over right now. "I'll try to load you up with candles, then. Not a bad idea." They cast a warm glow, soothing, serene. That wouldn't be bad to have around here.
"I will," he replied to her question. "I'm itching to do tats again. It would really pass the time, ya know?" He missed his shop, the familiar routines, talking with customers and drawing up their ideas. If he could do tattoo work again, it would feel like one less thing that had been taken away from him even if the circumstances were less than ideal.