Her eyebrows shot up slightly. "You're rather spry for a corpse." She was one to talk. "Rather spry for a...94 year old, for that matter." Again, she was one to talk. "How is that possible? Was there some kind of medical miracle that occurred after my time? If so, I think I'd like to hear all about it."

She crossed one leg over the other, resting her chin in her palm. Absently, she pulled her right arm closer to her body, turning the burn scar in toward her chest. If he was that old, or older even, he might be one of the few people in Baedal who knew what it meant. Not that she expected him to jump out and start calling her a pirate or anything, but better safe than sorry, she supposed.