In all honesty... she barely remembered what they'd talked about, either. She remembered him breaking the door... and feeling mildly nervous. But the creature miserably gathering up his damp newspapers next to her is one of the least intimidating monsters she's ever seen.

Her eyelids drop to half-mast when he speaks again, but honestly, she's kind of used to hearing that at this point.

"Oh my god. I'm in my twenties."

... WHERE in her twenties, she's honestly not sure anymore.

The years have bled together and she doesn't make a point to celebrate or even remember when her birthday is anymore.