Ada’s had tattoos on her back for who knows how long. You found out maybe a week after meeting her when she changed for a mission you two went on.

In bed, she was lazily reading a book and you were bored. You wanted her attention. You looked down at her back and your head clicked.

“Can I colour in your tattoo?” you ask her sweetly and she looks up at you. “Colour? That’s for children,” Ada insists as she goes back to reading.