[He leans forward and looks down at his own wrist and the stark lines and numbers etched into it.]

Cover it up with something else?

[Bracelets and bands and keeping it hidden had become so ingrained that he'd never even considered doing something else with it. It's hard to imagine not wearing something over his wrist. His arm feels weird even now. Itchy and naked and exposed.]

Never thought about it. But... It would be be better than this.

[One problem.]

Don't suppose robots have much need for tats, though.