She nearly glowed with the compliment.
"I won't let anybody harass you," she promised. Her eyes were drawn to the play of muscles and focused on the tattoos. "I've only been here just over a year. Everything seems to be me catching up to the world so I have an idea of what to expect. Movies. Music. A few clubs. Games. I...go places and look around after hours by sending in an illusion. My illusions are good, but they weren't enough to get caught on surveillance. Now that they have substance, I don't know if I'll still be able to do that without getting caught."
She left his hair to touch the nearest bit of tattooed skin.
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