Vianna laughed lightly as Ferris told her he was glad she felt that way before the tattoo artist cleared his throat and announced the tattoo was done. Vianna grinned as Ferris translated this to her, her gaze falling to her bare foot for a moment before picking up her shoe from the floor. "Can I… put it on, or would it damage the tattoo?" she asked Ferris, though she intended the question for the artist and hoped the boy would translate for her.