She nods, understanding. Of course. It only made sense that he'd want to know why she was helping him.

Turning her back on him, she slips her leather coat down off her shoulders. Pulling it off, she drapes it over a chair. With her back turned, he would see she was unarmed.

"You have a tattoo you can't explain." She repeats as she moves. Pausing, she turns to look at him. "You're not the only one." Keeping her eyes on him, she unbuttons her jeans and unzips her fly. Her face neutral, she hooks her thumb in the material over her right hip. She pulls it down low enough to reveal a tattoo of her own - a red star with streaks of silver around it. "I've had it as long as I can remember. I didn't know what it was until I saw you." Her head tilts towards his arm.