Vianna listened to the boy's response and nodded her head quietly. She gave him a small smile and turned her gaze away back to his wrist, watching as the tattoo artist worked while her mind went off elsewhere, to thoughts of home, of camp, of these past few weeks, etc. "What other crazy, wild thing are we going to do after this? Get matching mohawks? Cliff-diving? Oh wait, we've actually done that one before..." She gave a soft chuckle.