Ink looks to her master to wait and see what he says. Her first impulse is to tell the man speaking to get bent or to ask questions, but she knew the way the game was played. Odds were that her mouth might have been the reason her sire tried to kill her the night of her embrace, but she recalled little beyond being smashed into the bridge abutment that Otto had found her under.<br/><br/>Besides, the trickster in her wanted to see what Otto had to say about her outfit and face. It was far from the urban thug that he so typically had to deal with and after having taken the likeness from one of his own paintings she was curious to see how he reacted.