[That's the Guardian Angel for you. Always on duty and ready to help.]

We must be in good hands then, Queenie. Doubtless she'll have us out within the week.

[The siren blinked, then quickly shook her head. She lifted her tattooed hand and held it out to the space between them. She motioned to the rings and swirls of blue.]

It is just the color I've grown up with. On my skin, in the data I work with. Blue is something of a comfort, especially this shade.