Syn's hulking frame stood in line, patiently waiting for the kiosk to have a space available. Upon stepping forward, she put forth her muscled arm for them to take a poke. The tattoos burned into her fur were clearly visible, making her 7 and a half foot form intimidating to say the least, not to mention the two cleavers on either hip. Despite her appearance, she smiled warmly at the kiosk worker.
"Be careful not to break that needle on my arm, friend."