"Not even the rain can wash away my joy. It's a good day to be alive, my friend! Good day indeed!" Gant was almost endeared that anyone else could appreciate another's damn jubilation. So far all he had gotten were sneers and queer-eyes leering. What a stuffy joint this city was!

But not this old fellow. Gant stopped before him with a rather grateful, if not relieved look upon his most magnanimous self, "Why you're the first person to notice without spite, I was starting to think this was the isle of doom and gloom. I've got to know your name."

For future reference of course. Gant never forgot a name once he heard it. Nor a face for that matter. Part of his job, after all.. former job, that was. A Chief detective and later Chief of Police all together, he had a knack for wanting to profile every living person he came upon. Be they friend of foe, Gant certainly wasn't shy by any means.

((ooc: I'm extremely sorry for this unacceptably LATE reply, I totally flounced on my drive coming into this. Baw new character syndrome D: ))