"Dad. Dad? Dad!" Mary pulled on Jesse's jacket, pulling his attentions away from the other man he was talking to. He finally had to turn around and look down at the nine year old, raising an eyebrow to let her know that maybe she could have gotten his attention in a different manner. It didn't seem to phase her. "Dad, they've got Civil War general's swords over there. Can we go look?"
"Go on," Jesse said, nodding towards the display on the other side of the room. It was a gallery, fairly closed in, and he was running the event's security. He was sure she'd be fine without him for two or three minutes. "I'll come over in a minute," he said, before turning back to the man who was one of his security guards
There was another tug on his jacket, this one almost revealing the Colt he was wearing on his belt. "They're from the Civil War," Mary piped up again, emphasising the war she knew was her father's 'favorite'-- it was the only reason he could explain away knowing so much about it. She obviously wanted him to go with her and Jesse could only sigh before making his excuses to the guards and took Mary's hand to accompany her across the room.
"You're not supposed to be working," his daughter accused. "You promised you weren't gonna bring Frank and that you weren't gonna be working."
"I know, Mara'zee, but I told you I'm running the security here, didn't I?" Jesse countered, eyes scanning the room as they moved through it. "You know what that means."
"Yeah, that you're boring." Mary stuck her tongue out at him before letting go of his hand to dash off a few feet ahead towards the large display. Jesse almost called out for her not to run, but figured it was relatively pointless, all things considered. He'd caught up to her fast enough as it was.
Jesse had to admit, the collection of swords was impressive and he could see why Mary was just centimetres away from completely pressing her face up against the swords themselves. Luckily, she knew better than to actually touch. Her brother would have likely had his hands all over them, and it was best that they hadn't dragged him along.
"Do you know anything about these?" Mary asked, looking up at him. It was a nice look, that stare children gave their parents indicating that they really did think their parents knew everything in the world. Jesse was more than glad he didn't have to disappoint and Mary's face lit up when he started passing on his (admittedly limited) knowledge on this branch of Civil War weaponry.