[ rhys is honestly surprised when he hears lara's voice, looking up and blinking at her a few times before sitting up straight. he looks down to his flesh arm, the stripes of blue wrapping around it before back up at her and lifting a shoulder in a light shrug. he'll pull out the cigarette after, setting down the screwdriver. ]

Ehh, bit different at Atlas. You can, uh, get away with a lot when you're the CEO, hah.

[ a grin and he gestures for lara to pull up a stool if she wants, stubbing out the cigarette and picking up a pair of tweezers from his tool box so he can start going through the wires of his arm to make sure they're all still in place. ]

Before that, place I worked was pretty okay with tattoos or personal design like that. As long as it fit the company image, you were fine. Plus, not like I wore short sleeves often.