Most mundane boys tend to find her tattoo-like runes sexy, as they should. She's sexy, with her long dark hair and her slim frame and tight clothes, airing a sense of danger with her weapons and boots, and her marked-up body that she's never bothered to glamour. Though, he's reaction is one she's gotten, too, and she responds to it with ease.

"They're runes," she answers, eyeing the joker she's flipped over scrutinously. "They're burned into my skin, not tattooed."

She says this like it's not weird and something that most people would find to be a sick form of self-mutilation. The joker is passed off to her free hand as she draws another one, flipping it over for both of them to see again. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"