She hopes he expected her surprise because she is. Oh, is she ever. For a moment, she's event lost for words, but she keeps her hand holding onto his. In the back of her mind, she does wonder about how his nails could possibly be comfortable but that's a question for another day.]

Six hundred? Really? [Except for the color of his hair-] You're joking, right?

[He has to be! Even Yen Sid, she thinks, isn't that old, but he at least looks it.] Besides, the gods do want it but I don't mind the contact so much. It certainly helps to meet new people, needing to touch.