[Freya grins in turn. ]

Tell you what? [She feigns, before handing Anna her phone. There's a picture loaded up of an arm with a detailed tattoo of a bear skull on a bed of irises. ]

I had that done three years ago. Two months ago, it decided it didn't like that, and shoved off to make room for this. [She shrugs out of her jacket long enough to show her left arm, and the large tribal tattoo of some kind of creature's head. ] Just woke up to that and a whole host of scars one day.