Merope always looked away and down, her severely issues with intimidation had her stay submissive as if she were a slave of some sort. Oh, she was thinking back to the day where that tall male who was Tom had touched her, eased his hands over her delicate face and gave her the complete feeling of ease.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to agitate you again, Mister Wolverine." Granted, she didn't know how she was feeling, if anything at all at this point. "I don't look my age?" Merope tilted her head a little at him, just barely allowing him to see her eyes before they disappeared underneath the veil of hair.
As she walked slightly ahead of him, they came to a road and she started going left. Merope's pace was rather slow,"I like those things you have." She said becoming dazed at her own thoughts.