[On top of that it would show what a drastic difference there was between him and the more famous blue skinned man running around causing trouble for the city. While he certainly looked a lot like him there was obvious differences in who they were. Important differences at that…] O-okay… I-I wi-will. I’ll t-t-think ab-about it…
[Relaxes a bit] All right. And you call me if anything comes up, okay? Even if you just want to chat [she adds, with a small smile]. You’re a good guy, Jack. [From what I’ve seen, anyway. Suspicion dies hard.] I just want you and Katelynn to be safe.
T-t-thank y-you, Office D-dymond. That m-means a l-lot to me. [He pushes his paints and brush away entirely; the painting is done, for however quick and emotional it is.] I s-should let you go though. I-I’m sure y-you’ve got things to do, a-a-and I’ve got some work to fi-finish up…
Jack Maple 