With a frown, she nodded. And Uta wasn't saying whether or not he'd been in a gang...

"It's still unfair, though. What one does with their own skin is their own business."

She leaned back in the water; while she had no tattoos to speak of it was because she'd never felt the desire for them, not because she disliked them.
There were scars, true, but nothing remarkable; not even a reminder of the time a flower had bloomed from her chest...

Well, she could do without a reminder of that incident.