"I actually don't have half-naked pictures of my body readily available to show people on my phone, but I can definitely see what you'd mistake me for that kind of guy." Newt's maybe being overly facetious, but he flashes her a grin to show it before holding his left arm out so she can get a better look. "Mine are all kaiju. I studied these things, that was like, my entire life back in my world. This one was called Yamarashi."

If Newt were someone else, he might have squirmed from all the attention his new acquaintance is paying him, might have felt awkward because of the way she's staring and how she says the tattoos are beautiful, like she's never seen anything like them before. But Newt's not someone else, and he thrives under attention, so he does what he always does and preens. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, revealing a peek of the tattoo portrait on his chest that ends just under his, spanning the length of his collarbone. "This one's Ceramander. Took two jagers to bring this guy down in Hawaii, which I realize means nothing to you but it was a nasty little guy."

He drops his arm back down to his side, arching an eyebrow at her explanation of her own tattoos. "Factions, huh? We kind of had something like that, too. The people who were content to just wait for the world to end and the Resistance." He holds his hands out, displaying his tattoos again. "I was part of the Resistance. What was the faction you chose all about?"