Chase. [She repeats the name with a smirk, fairly certain she definitely doesn't know this guy. But she'd like to! She leads him to her station, patting a vinyl-covered chair, indicating he should take a seat.]

Flair just happens to be my specialty. We can do studs, glitter, appliques, air brushing, some freakin'... badass artistic shiz up in here. Blacklight neon. Metallic! Here.

[She's got a book around here somewhere. Let her just dig it out from behind her little table. AHA! There it is. She flops down into her seat, across from Chase, and opens the book on the table so he can check it out and make up his mind.]