Jack does his best to not step backwards since my word this woman is a little intimidating. It’s probably… well. Everything about her. He does, however, grab at his arm subconsciously.
“Jack. Jack M-Maple.” he introduced himself.
[Rim’s eye’s widened as she really took the man in, and she could scarcely believe that she hadn’t noticed it right off the bat.]
“You’re blue!” [She blurted out in lieu of a proper greeting. She kept her ground, but was soon staring intensely at the man. It didn’t appear to be paint, or makeup.]
“Um. Yes! I. I am.” he said, awkwardly, since that really did come out of the… well, blue, hadn’t it? He looked down at his hands, blue as every other part of him was, before looking back up at the woman.
“Been b-blue since I was born.”
Jack Maple 