Kensi gave him a sort of annoyed but friendly look. She'd bombard him again and her look clearly said that to him. Kensi liked to talk about other people's problems more than her own. She felt like she could help other people more than she could solve her own problems.
With a rather large sigh she looked down. "I guess both. I mean, how are we just supposed to randomly age or de-age. I think I saw your friend Summer's a kid now, and I heard Ginny Weasley was five. How does that even happen? And how are we suppose to even feel safe here, we could all age to a month before our natural death. out of no where!" Yeah, Kensi might be being a little dramatic with that one, but really… It was a fair question.