Lina winced as the needle began to prick at her skin, but bore it regardless. She tried to be stoic, but she couldn't quite manage it. She ever-so-slightly squirmed as her imbued the magical ink into her skin, a filthy feeling seeping in. She knew it was probably psychosomatic, but it still was annoying. She took a breath, trying to concentrate on the woman's words, but that incessant pricking was...driving her mind off course. But eventually it was done, and she took another breath before opening her eyes.<br/><br/>Looking at the woman, she asked, as calmly as she could. "Could I at least get a chance to stretch and get ready for this fight? It's not like I'll be much good with these chains on."