She's far more used to being the giver of that sort of tone rather than on the receiving end. Chloe's trying her damnedest to make this less weird by figuring out how to get her feet to move in the opposite direction, to make herself walk away rather than hover around. It doesn't seem to be working though and she's slowly resigning herself to being awkwardly stuck here.

"You don't see a lot of them around here. Small town Maine is super against high quality body art, I guess. They think it's all like criminals and sailors or something. Talk about backwards thinking." Says the girl who is very much a criminal with a full sleeve tattoo, but that's beside the point. She's just rambling to fill silent space here.

"Are you new?" A beat. "I'm not some weird welcome wagon. Promise."