Big scary boy didn't seem to like people in his space (since it probably wasn't just a reaction to non-threatening teeny tiny girls). Noted. Stacia settled back on her heels, giving it back to him without saying anything about it.

"Boo. I already know how to find those. Though Ronnie was high instead of drunk."

Stacia had also been high and also gotten a tattoo, but it had been lost along with the arm itself. The formerly-wood, now-flesh-and-blood replacement hadn't included a little circle symbolizing the new moon.

"Only if you're not wearing a shirt," she countered. "Though I suppose showing off your tattoo is as good a reason as any to run around without one, when it's warm enough."

She circled around him so she could talk to his face instead of awkwardly over his shoulder.

"So I guess the $900 question is, what's it supposed to tell people?"

She gestured at him. "I mean, my first guess is that it's supposed to show that you're tough and badass. The hair and the muscles and the attitude tell me that much. Still, if someone comes to me and says 'Stacia, what is the big scary nameless boy's deal?', what should I tell them?"