[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/126abzw1UssxTa/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia[/center][hr][hr]He noticed the fear wash over her face, and mentally kicked himself. Not everyone felt all too comfortable with the men and women in blue, even now, when law and order had essentially crumbled done to nothing. Chicago was one of the more interesting places to be a cop, and where he had spent the majority of his time. 

[color=00ff00]"I, uh, I was in vice--helpin' women who weahe huahtin',"[/color] Jack explained again. [color=00ff00]"I'm not goin' to huaht you."[/color]

He smiled, hoping that his lovable features would put Tatiana at ease. The scraping of her chair against the floor alerted him to the fact that she was considering running--and he kept his hands in visible sight, fingers splayed out on the table. Jack didn't know her, but he knew that if she ran, her chances to avoiding the walkers would go down. The apocalypse wasn't something easy to go solo in. 

Catching a glimpse of a small smile, Jack relaxed a bit. However, he continued to notice her slight fidgeting, indicating more anxiety. Back in the force, his next step would be to show that he wasn't armed, and to guarantee protection. Unfortunately, handing over his weapon wasn't the best idea in this messed up world, and no one could guarantee protection, no matter how skilled. Death was inevitable. It was all just a matter of when. 

Nodding, Jack began to recognize the signs of training and practicing for dance on her. She was incredibly nimble, and if he closed his eyes, he could see her dancing--shyly and softly, of course--on a lonely stage. [color=00ff00]"You do Swan Lake and the Nutcrackeah?"[/color] he asked, naming the only two things he [i]hoped[/i] had to do with ballet. Once of his older sisters, as far as he was aware, had been into ballet. But from the divorce, he never went to see her in a recital, and instead stayed at home with his mom. He could hardly remember what his older siblings looked like.