[He lowers his arm and smiles at her faintly. Jack hadn’t experienced much interaction with police officers before, and exactly so since he was a good man who didn’t break any laws or get into fights. He bows his head slightly.] J-Jack Maple. Um. I’m an artist.
Maple … [She tries the name out, seeing if it rings any bells. It does.] Oh, right! You had a gallery exhibition recently, didn’t you? [Danielle wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of the arts – her attitude was “I don’t know art, but I know what I like”. But she’d seen some of Jack’s work, and what she’d seen fell under “what I like”. Didn’t know he was one of the Megaminds, though.] And my name’s Dymond. Danielle Dymond.
Nice to properly m-meet you. Um. W-what do you want me to call you, Officer? [The fact a police officer knew of his work was an odd sensation. While he was glad his name was out there, that people could recognize his name thanks to his art gallery, somehow it had slipped his mind people would be seeing his things. Poor Jack hadn’t even been there opening night, instead having been at the hospital with Katelynn because of her accident. They’d been understanding, and had read aloud a speech he’d typed up. Still. He smiled, and nodded.] That’s right.. a-at the Splat! Art Gallery. S-so far I’ve gotten a lot of work thanks to them, people wanting to buy my, my regular art compared to what I normally do for people.
Jack Maple 