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Interacting with [@reiko], mentioning [@Awesomoman64]
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Jack rotated on his heels as he heard the familiar voice behind him, his shoulders already raised in a defensive stance. "Um, Hi. Vanessa. Yeah, I thought today I'd work on the screws on the paintings, here in the lobby. It's, you know, with water damage and everything they sort of start to pop out, which they've been doing, which is no good for the wall, so if nobody does anything about that you can get some pretty... serious damage..."

The boy swallowed sharply and tilted his head sharply. "Are you... going to the library? Or, no, it's Saturday, you wouldn't be... where are you going, then?" Small talk was not Jack's strong suit, and [i]especially[/i] not with the mousy little librarian in front of him. He shuffled away without waiting for a response, moving over to a Georgia O'Keefe painting of a flower (that wasn't really of a flower, Alex had explained to him a few days ago), and revving up the drill in his hands. The screw on this one was all bent and popped out of shape, so it took a little while for the drill to get purchase - Jack stopped halfway through the task to lean back into Vanessa's sight.

"Oh, uh! Vanessa! You talk to Maxwell a lot, right? Next time you see him, could you ask when I can drop his controller off? I fixed it, there was just some dust and hair and crap in the - well, you don't really care, but I don't really have his phone number and I don't know when he's in..." his admittedly lame excuse for something else he could say to her tapered off and he cocked his head again, actually waiting for a response this time, his hands still on the wall with the painting.