[Jet snorts a little at that, though his expression doesn't break much. It's a hoarse breath of air that quickly cuts itself short. He winds the roll of bandage around the ink-dark stains on his skin with a practiced effortlessness that suggests this isn't the first time he's done this very same thing. It isn't.]
[He doesn't look up from his work, but he makes it quick.]
Saw them, huh?
[The words on his arm. Pretty sure it was obvious what they said.]
no subject
[He doesn't look up from his work, but he makes it quick.]
Saw them, huh?
[The words on his arm. Pretty sure it was obvious what they said.]