[Reid will wake up stoned out of his mind in drag. He would really like it if you avoided that, Albert. As well as any other havoc this madwoman is going to wreak on his body.

She rolls her eyes and takes a drag of her cigarette, hands trembling.] Why am I wasting time on you? I have a man to cripple and tats to restore, so if you're done being a fucking creep...

[Albert. Please put a stop to this. Reid doesn't want tattoos. ;.; ]