[Clint's face isn't one that's shown up on the network before; she's still relatively new, and still figuring out the technology. When she opens the feed, her face isn't entirely in the shot, and it takes a moment for her to get herself centered in the field of vision.]

Hey so uh... everybody on the ship can get this, right?

I was just wondering if, you know... there was any way to get tattoos here? Not like it's a big priority with everything else going on but hey. I'm curious, okay?

[The screen shows an elderly woman in the medical bay. She's dressed every inch the stereotypical witch, complete with black pointy hat. She has a bottle filled with some sort of brownish liquid.]

Ain't blind to the trouble goin' 'bout. Some of ye fools are tryin' to pretend ye ain't sick. Just gonna make it all worse.

[But let it not be said she is entirely unsympathetic.]

Got somethin' fer aches 'n' fevers here. Ain't anythin' fer the cause but it'll help fer a bit.

[She makes not promises about the taste]