[Accidental visual]

[personaldemon]

The tablet kicks into life broadcasting, as often happens in Taxon, against its owner's wishes or knowledge. Jason Blood is at his kitchen table, with things spread on the table that are not food: a bottle of ink, rubbing alcohol, hand sanitizer, and a needle attached to a pencil with a copious quantity of thread.

His brows are drawn in concentration, his eyes focused on what he's doing; his expression is perhaps more dour than usual although really, past a certain point anyone just looks like they're sulking, and his right shirt sleeve is rolled up to the elbow, baring a forearm that is encircled and marked with several tattoos.

Using his left hand, he's dipping his homemade needle apparatus into the bottle of India ink. Whatever other observations may be drawn from all this, it's clear that his left hand is not his dominant hand, which may go some distance towards explaining the Extra Dour look on his face.