[Look, mister - you should know Siouxsie doesn't have the highest sense of bodily integrity among Puppets, it's not hard for her to simply not notice something's off.
But she stands there for a moment, wiggling her fingers... and turns her hand over, expression scrunching up even more.]

So they turn me into whatever the hell those things are, but let me keep my tats. Real thoughtful of whatever's changed us, I guess.

[And then she turns to look out the window again, letting out a small hum of thought - only to start making her way back over to that door, hands on her hips as usual.]

... Stay in here, No Face. I'm gonna go get some answers.