He appreciates the effort, even if he can't hide the momentary wrinkle of his nose.

Well, it's fine. Just about anything is fixable. This seems to be a multi-step process, so when she suggests writing it down, he even surprises himself with a grateful laugh. "Yeah, definitely." Ghoul sets about patting down his pockets as well. Usually he'd have a bunch of receipts or a napkin or something stashed away, but he's coming up empty now.

He's nothing if not resourceful, though. "Uh, here, this is probably gonna be easiest-" He tugs his sleeves up a couple inches, leaving his hands fully exposed. After dragging his palms in a quick swipe across the fabric of his jeans, he moves closer to her, arms outstretched and palms facing up, ready for her to write on. They're the only portions of his hands and arms that are significantly blank enough to write any sort of information on. All the rest is covered up by way too many tattoos, because Ghoul clearly makes responsible choices in life.

"Already had most of my shots'n everything, swear it."