Drake looked from the back of his right arm up to Crasher. "Huh?"
"The tattoo on the back of you arm. You keep staring at it."
"Oh, that." It isn't a tattoo. It's some sort of mystic symbol I got marked with when I got hooked up with the dragon."
There was a brief silence before Crasher speaks again. "So, does it?"
"What?"
"Does it do anything, the mystic whatever-it-is. You stare at it like it was a watch and you're waiting for a train"
"Oh. It changes color as Drax gains energy. See how it's black in the middle that's surrounded by red?" Drake held up his arm to make it easier to see.
"Yeah."
"It'll be completely black when Drax is back at full strength."
"Oh, that must come in handy."
"It does, and it gives me something to stare at absently when I'm not wearing a watch."
Chance looked back at them from the front seat. "Do you guys hear that?" The sound of a plane flying overhead could be heard.
Drake smiled "Sounds like our feathered friend has come through for us."
