Jack took a step back when the young woman begins going on about aliens and what not; he’s never seen such a reaction from someone before. Well, that’s not true. He’s had people react negatively this loudly but not positively. He smiles shakily.
“Ahhh… s-somewhere in a quadrant that no longer e-exists… thanks to a black hole.”
“Ooooh.” She nods, calming down slightly. “That’s pretty dreadful. But you’re here! And you don’t seem to be like the aliens in comics. Nope! Not at all!”
“Mmm. N-nope. I got no powers… I’m not trying to t-take over the world or… or convert you all to some cooky religion… I’m just.” Jack shrugs. “An artist.”
Jack Maple 