[He stiffens at her touch, and it's not just because he's not the type of person to shy away from contact. Not far from his palm is the beginning of an ugly, deep scar running along the underside of his forearm.

No! I got the tattoo, to show that I wasn't afraid at a time when showing solidarity was very important. It's a statement. Some of my friends don't "blend in".

[He pulls his hand away, tugging his sleeve down to the heel of his hand.]

We're almost there, keep moving, please.

[And in fact, there's a brick coffee shop on the next street corner, called Espresso Yourself. It's a well-known Numbered hub and hipster haunt.]