Jane tipped her head up to look at Ethan as he walked over and greeted him with a small smile. His tone left something to be desired, he might have been trying but a mother always knew when her son was feeling hostile and her show of support felt like it was maybe going unappreciated.
"Ethan," she said, turning her attention away from her son, dressed up like a peacock - and he looked good, suited the make up and the sparkles (not that she'd ever tell him that) - to return her gaze to the metal piece. "Quite a turn out you've got here."
She'd seen a couple of her students, a couple of her ex-students and a few people from around town. If she sounded impressed rather than surprised by the turn out, that was because she was. Apparently more people than she had thought liked art.