"Well, you're what? Like hundreds of years old." Actually, now that she said it - was Dyson just as old? She'd have to ask. She could never get a solid answer from him on his age. "One day I'll be ye ol' too, if I'm not dead in a couple of months. I'm told I'll age well, though." Or not at all, for a very long time - and idea she was still getting used to.