"That was the year," she said, then tilted her head to the side curiously. "Do you not number the years wherever you're from?" That was something of an odd notion. How did they mark the passing time? But never mind that. "It is odd...Jim's twenty-five and Sammy's twenty-eight...both a few years older than I am. But at least their father is still older than them, or I doubt they'd ever listen." But that wasn't entirely true. She was pretty sure Sam would always listen to her.
"Thank you," she said, because she really did take that as a compliment. She loved being a mother, and had planned on retiring from Starfleet at the end of the Kelvin's mission to take care of the boys. "Come on then. We'll get you something to eat and find your apartment for you."