[She probably shouldn't have drawn that circle. Junpei catches himself imagining it a second too long and clears his throat.]

Oh, well, uh... honestly, I don't know that I would. Cultural pressures aside, I'm not fond of needles.

[He's not a baby about it anymore--he's way too old to get away with that--but it's not like he likes being poked and pinched and having stuff put in his body. He leans back against the counter.]

If I had to have something, though...

[He has to give it thought. Eventually, he turns his left wrist--the one with his PIP--over, to see the inside.]

...Something here, I think. A reminder... of why I decided to become a detective.