Shira watched as Catherine stalked off, curious, but willing to let her do her own thing. The needle bit into her skin like a mosquito's bite, leaving a blue prick on her backlit lavender skin. She continued with the self marking, eventually tracing a small design of a flying bird of prey, just waiting to be filled in later. She sets the ink and needles back into her bag, and leans back, pressing the salved linen against her arm, eventually drifting off to sleep.