(http://b.vimeocdn.com/ps/542/542785_300.jpg)<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Luka<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Dining Room<br/><strong>With</strong>: Serena, Sharon, Connor, Lizabeth<br/><br/>`A tattoo doesn't have to sum up your whole life.`<br/><br/>The voice comes from there entrance to the dining room, where, for the moment, Luka leans against the wall by the door. He is not an imposing man, and is possessed more of an everyman kind of look, the type of figure that would blend into a crowd. His own tattoos are not on display at the moment, though there are hints of them peeking out from beneath the fabric of his simple black t-shirt. There is a hint of something New York in his accent, though it seems otherwise neutral.<br/><br/>`It can mark something of significance to your life, something painful but hopeful as well, but despite their permanence they often mark transition.` He does not speak as if he is lecturing. Instead, his tone is conversational, if a bit distant. He is not trying to diminish Lizabeth's revelation about her child, but to soften the impact in a diplomatic manner. `They paint our history trapped in ink upon our canvas.`<br/><br/>Luka pushes off of the wall, and wanders into the room to take a seat somewhere that he can see, and remain close to the door.<br/><br/>`Luka Konstantinov.` He says by way of introduction. `I may or may not have your name on my butt.`