It is entirely not her fault, alright, she just picked up some pretty chick in a cafe with minimal to no effort. While she'd insist she's not surprised with her pick-up skills, she mildly is in this case and just wants them both on the same page and such. Definitely a nice thing, not a pain in the ass thing, probably.

As far as tattoos go though, South is obviously very much a fan given how much of her skin is covered in ink. Her own jacket is off and tossed to a corner without a single thought, giving peek to said tattoos and various scars already visible even with her tank top still on.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I could still catch you if I tried- but hey, just say so if you do change your mind." She's at least pretty well done double checking after saying that, though. She's gotten consent and will listen for any change of mind, it's on the other woman now.

South doesn't wait too much after that, tempted to just hop in the bed and start pawing at her- but she resists a bit, leaning enough to press her knees against the bed, getting just close enough to reach her hand up in an attempt to curl fingers against her chin.