<em>Ingrid… getting her hair washed? Kinky! </em><br/><br/>She wasn't altogether sure what he was doing but she let him lead her to the stool and sat as he helped her to.  Slowly, as he asked, she leaned back.  "Ah. This makes more sense now.  Oh. Saltire. Don't tease."  She reached up to poke him in the ribs. "Thank you."  She didn't understand why he was being so nice to her.<br/><br/>Settling back against the sink, she lifted her hair off of the back of her neck and pushed it into the sink, her top showing him the tattoos on her chest, neck, and the stars on her face.  "Take care of down and out drunks often?" she teased, looking up at the man.  He was handsome, he just had a way about him of making people want to beat his ass instead of shake his hand.<br/><br/><br/>