Tara and Noah
"Sure," she replied. "And thanks," she added with a little smile. She still wasn't completely sure she trusted the idea of their kidnappers giving them presents, but ... other people seemed to think it would be a thing. So maybe it would be.
"Do you..." She trailed off, rubbing absently at the inside of her arm where the IV had been. "Do you have ... samples of your work? Or ... have you drawn things here?" She didn't mean to imply had he tattooed someone here but more ... she wanted to see his work. Maybe it was a little fucked up for her to consider it, but the idea of getting a mark to serve as a reminder of this place wasn't horrible, was it? Then she could look at it and remind herself she'd survived a kidnapping.
If they survived, anyway; she still had some doubts on that front.