"...No angry people." Viveca looked down at her hands. "The Special Needles it is, then." Viveca Von Roehm could control herself, but she never stopped being angry, and she didn't want to take risks on a project.

The ink...okay. It wasn't a used inkwell. She'd take the facts and stick to them. It was clearly, between that and the design, a secret club thing, so she wouldn't ask pointless intrusive questions about those aspects.

Viveca got twitchy if she thought too much about secret club things. And she hated being twitchy. She was an artist.

She heads into the back first, re-disinfects the area. "Come on over, get the shirt off, and lie down."