Tranquility coffee didn't have much appeal taste-wise at the best of times, really, so Heather didn't bat an eye at the sugar. The siren song of doing shit mainly because you weren't meant to do it, on the other hand, she totally understood.

That tattoo, though - fresh meat. That deserved a warmer welcome, so she stepped it up as much as possible before she'd finished her first cup - which is to say, she lifted her chin slightly in a nod of greeting and flashed her own arm.

"Rex. I'm Heather. Welcome aboard, I guess. I wouldn't bother with your room, they're all the same."