It's an easy thing to miss, honestly. Clementine's back is a random melange of odd tattoos; a lot of band names, a lot of names of old boyfriends. The centerpiece is the Led Zepplin logo, with spans her back lengthwise.

"I'm good with pain," she declares, shrugging. "And I like being an object d'arte."

She laughs when he mentions the notion of his friends taunting her. "I went to the fireman's ball last year back in Reno. Let's just say I figured out a way to make them stop hating me." She did quarter shots with them until they passed out, actually. "I'm a peacemaker, baby!"

And when Tommy confesses his old hobby, she does wince. "Sounds like a few of mine." At least she doesn't get trashed every night, like she did back when she was alone in Atlantic City.