[Her face lights up with great interest at that, and she has to pry herself away from looking over the tattoos on his chest to mosey on behind him to get a great look at...well, all those freckles.]

Surely someone here must be able to! Or we could find someone on any planets we visit.

[Her fingers tap at a trail of freckles down his back, until she stops about midway between the shoulderblades.]

Here. This is where you should get your first one. Branch out from there. Then, Newt, you can be a walking and breathing story.

[She leans off to the side to peek around him, grinning and nodding. Who wouldn't want to be a living storybook?]